CHAPTER 61
**WINTER**
“Kneel. Like seriously! If you think I’d go anywhere near your dick, I’d rather choke on my vomit than let that happen,” I retorted, keeping my tone steady.
"Who mentioned anything about sucking my dick? I'd rather cut it off than have a deceitful mouth like yours anywhere near it." He seethed back.
"Deceitful?" I echoed, genuine confusion thick in my voice as I stared at him, trying to understand where this accusation was coming from. This wasn’t the first time he had implied as much, but it still caught me off guard every time.
My mind raced, trying to piece together what I could have possibly done to earn that accusation. What had I done to make him say that? I searched his eyes for answers, but all I found was a cold, unreadable mask. The word hung in the air between us, sharp and cutting, as if it was meant to wound.
“Yes! Deceitful! Now get out of my sight,” he snapped, his anger barely contained as muffled laughter drifted from behind us.
“You’ve already wrecked my party. I don’t want you ruining my breakfast too.”
“Well, tough luck. I’m not going anywhere yet because I’m in the middle of making mine,” I said with a shrug.
Zion slowly leans in, his intense gaze fixed on mine while his friend chuckles behind him.
He moves closer, and I stand still, feeling his breath brush against my skin. He stops just inches away, and I hold my breath to keep my chest from pressing against his. A sneer forms on his lips, and I sense the threat coming.
“You’re starting to piss me off, Snowflake," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
"You’d better watch yourself, stay out of my sight, and stay the fuck out of my business, before I make you regret ever crossing me. Push me any further, and I swear, you’ll wish you’d never been born.” I couldn’t help but sigh, knowing he meant every word.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Zion," I said, my voice steady despite the tension between us.
"I have no interest in being part of your life or even sharing the same space as you. But it looks like we’re stuck with each other. I’m not here to pick a fight, but you seem hell-bent on creating one at every turn. If it’s a war you want, then fine, it's a war you'll get.".”
His eyes darken, growing more menacing and downright terrifying. Any weaker person would be on their knees begging for mercy, but for me, this is just getting interesting.
“I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you, Snowflake. You have no idea who you’re messing with,” he sneered, his voice laced with contempt.
I rolled my eyes, spreading my hands in frustration.
“Really? You’re going to say that?” I shot back. “You’re the one who’s been throwing threats my way at every opportunity. I’m just letting you know I’m not backing down.”
Darkness clouds his expression, and before I can react, he seizes my forearm and, as if swatting a fly, slams me against the kitchen island.
“Let me clarify a few things,” he growls, pressing his body against mine to keep me pinned. I wasn’t mistaken; I could feel the hard ridges of his muscles through his shirt, almost begging for attention.
“This is my home, my city, and I have the power to turn your life here into a nightmare. Last night, you messed up my party, and I let it slide. But if you cross me again, you won’t get another chance. You’re nothing, a fucking nobody,” he sneers.
"And one more thing: stop strutting around my house like a fucking slut!" he spat, his voice sharp and seething with venom. The hatred in his eyes was unmistakable, each word hitting me like a slap to the face. His gaze raked over me with disgust, as if I was something vile, unworthy of even the smallest shred of respect.
Raising my chin to meet his, my nose brushes against him, and he doesn’t flinch at the contact. If I moved even slightly, our lips would be close enough to touch. There’s a charged tension between us, but the air is too thick with hostility for anything to come of it.
“You think I care about being anything to you? I’m here because my dad made me transfer to your college, not because I wanted to be in your city. I’m living in this house because I had no choice—it was his decision, not mine. So if we’re stuck sharing the same space, here’s the deal: I’ll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine. We can act like we don’t even know each other. And just so we're clear, I’ll wear whatever I damn well please, whether you like it or not.”
I raise my hands and slam them against his solid chest, surprising myself as he’s pushed back a step. I raise my voice,
“Now if you’re done throwing your tantrum, I need breakfast because I have a job to get to.” With that, I step around him and continue making my coffee.
Turning to the coffee machine, my eyes stinging with frustrated tears.
I was so fed up with the constant hostility from him, and after last night’s events, I was quickly reaching my breaking point.
In the background, I hear Clark say, “Boy, where’s the popcorn when you need it?” followed by Zion’s harsh shout,
“Shut the fuck up!”
As I waited for my coffee, I overheard the guys talking as if I weren’t even there.
“Dude, relax. What’s your problem?” Ronald asked.
“Nothing,” Zion snapped, though his tone didn’t match his response.
“Yeah, man, she came in here just to get breakfast. Besides, I think she looks cute in that night suit!” Clark added, probably just to provoke Zion.
“Don’t be fooled by her appearance,” Zion said. “It’s just a facade to mask the ugliness inside. She might look pretty, but she’s like a dangerous poison. She’s ugly on the inside.”
I tried to maintain my composure, but the weight of his harsh judgment was overwhelming. It stung more than I cared to admit.
How was I supposed to survive living with this moron for the next two years?
“Hey Winter, the omelet’s ready,” Ronald called out.
I forced a smile at him. “No thanks, I’m not hungry. I’m just going to change and head out.”
As I stirred my coffee, I watched Zion out of the corner of my eye. He reached for a carton of orange juice, and an idea formed in my mind—a small act of payback for the insults he’d just thrown my way. I waited, timing it perfectly.
When he lifted the juice to his lips, I casually circled the island, “accidentally” bumping his arm. The juice splashed all over him. Before his furious roar could even fully register, I was already out the door, a satisfied smirk tugging at my lips.
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