13. So Damn-fucking-cookie-baking Hot
***Emara Stone***
“Shhh! Do not make a sound shorty or I won't refrain myself to tie you up."
I feel butterflies doing break dance inside my stomach as he threatens to tie me up. Christian Grey pops up in my head with a face of Ryan, a bruised eye, swollen lips, and a printed leather tie. *So damn-fucking-cookie-baking hot!*
Ryan's eyes hold me captive in his vicious tyranny gaze that is more fearsome than a tiger. Dark, crystal brown sugar eyes bore into me with fierce intensity. "No sound. Got it?" He whispers again.
His beautiful voice sounds exactly like Jack Sparrow. Heavy, husky, and stinks of alcohol. I find myself slowly nodding at his magical words.
Hell! I would have agreed to become his nanny if he would ask me right now.
"Now tell me, where is that half-chewed pencil?" Ryan spats with disgust, his words acute and sharp like an axe. "What? I-I don't chew pencils." I reply confusedly.
"Where is that pan-fried burnt bacon?” He aggressively asks me as he pins me harshly with his body.
My chest uncontrollably beats with his rough actions. "I-I am sor-ry, I-I don't know cook-ing." I stutter like a broken fan under him. Ryan's expressions get cold as he opens his mouth and snarls while showing his white crayon teeth, "That dicknipple, where is he?"
*Who are these people? And why is he asking me about them?*
"Dick who?" I immediately seal my mouth as he glares me with his demonic eyes, ready to rip out my soul and play with it. *So dangerous!*
Ryan's eyes have fury, rage, madness, and lust. He licks his lips as he slowly leans towards me. His clutch gets tighten on my tiny fragile waist as he whispers every word soberly, "Where-is-your-brother-shorty?"
*Oh! Ethan.*
"I-I don’t know. Maybe at his friends to learn web designing." I mumble-jumble the words as they get scared to come out. Suddenly, I hear swearing sounds coming from the outside of my window.
"Motherfuckers!" Ryan curses as he lowers his head to my shoulder.
All the atoms in body freeze at his action. Like a hunter's whip my body goes stiff and my lungs go into hibernation. *Ryan is using my shoulder!*
MY PERSONALLY GROWN SHOULDER!
I never paid attention to that part of mine, but now I couldn't help but feel proud of my shoulders. An unruly shiver passes through my body as I feel Ryan's hot breath on my sensitive chest. His warm breath directly falls in between my breast and they instantly get erect under the tee.
"I want to pee."
I hear a crying voice from the outside of my window. I peek-a-boo from Ryan's broad shoulder and see Daniel forcefully pulling someone along with him through my window. "Fucking dinosaurs got extinct and you want to pee." He snarls.
Daniel and the quivering guy jump in my room. Though I have seen the other guy hanging out with them in the canteen, I couldn't remember his name. *Was it, Mandy, Melvin?*
The guy falls on my bed holding his stomach and sobs silently. He twists and turns with shaky legs whereas Daniel stands in horror as he looks at my room.
"Jesus's nightmare!" He screams in panic. His eyes spin faster than a helicopter's blade as they gawk with terror at the clothes, books, cups, and cookie wrappers in my room. His breath hikes up and in no second he begins to hyperventilate.
*Wait... is he dying? In my room? In front of me?*
"Where is the vacuum cleaner?" Daniel screams at me louder than the hard rock banging in the background. "Please, I want to pee." The guy cries again as he holds his bladder with Almighty's hired superpowers.
"Will you both shut the fuck up?" Ryan growls beside me. His chest vibrates in anger and I feel the perilous vibrations percolating in his ribcage. *I think I am wet.*
Daniel in hyperactive mode, starts to moonwalks in the room and picks my clothes one by one from the floor as he murmurs something to himself. What is he doing, stealing my clothes? He collects all the plastic wrappers and put them all in a waste bag. *Is he stealing the wrappers too?*
"What the hell are you doing?" Ryan growls at his buddy who is perfectly moonwalking and aggressively collecting all my books from the floor. "You know I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. I am crazily obsessed with neat and tidiness." He says while placing the books alphabetically on my table.
*How sweet! He is cleaning my room.*
"I am doing it now. I can't control it." The other guy walks to my window, lowers his jeans and spreads his legs wide. What the fuck is he doing?
Daniel urgently moonwalks towards him. "No, no! Good boys don't pee from the window." He cooes as he pulls the guy strenuously. "But I am not a good boy." He sobs with tears. I couldn't help but feel sad for the guy. All he wants to do is pee.
"Th-there is a bathroom." I shyly point to the door to my right. His eyes light up with hope as he looks at the bathroom door with affection. "Daniel, let him go.” Ryan orders, his hoarse voice resonates through my skeleton and I shiver.
*Face okay. But why does his voice has to be fucking hot too?*
I feel a movement to my left and almost shriek as I see his face way too close to mine. "Oh, Hi chica! I am Daniel. The editor, director, and screenwriter of your kiss." And forwards his hand.
I fiddly take his hand and we handshake under the awkward situation. "Mahn, it was so good! The kiss was like 9/11, I'll never forget it in my life." He sneers like a crazy fan.
My cheeks instantly turn bright pink as I recall the PDA. Ryan's eyebrow raises in amusement at my reaction and he turns to his friend, growling inhumanly. "Daniel, fuck off!"
"Of course." Daniel flirtily winks at me and goes back to picking up my clothes. I couldn't help but admire his cleaning skills as he neatly aligns my wardrobe.
I secretly wish my brother had OCD too. Or maybe if I get Daniel's number, I can call him every weekend to clean my room. *Wouldn't that be better?*
Suddenly my jaw is twisted with force. Ryan's fingers dig in my cheeks as he makes me look at his psychotic brown eyes. Ryan looks like an angry man who just discovered his wife is a lesbian and the kids are of neighbors.
"What is your name?" His swollen eyes gawk at me seductively like Cleopatra and I gulp nervously in his cage,
"Emara..."