How to Date an Asshole

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Auntie Monica walked us to my room.

That's right. My room. Not ours. Axel is the one sharing it, not me.

"Here we are," my aunt said with a sweet smile.

"Thank you, Auntie Monica." Axel beamed.

"Oh, no worries, Axel. You're like family to us now."

"You've known him not even twenty-four hours," I said under my breath.

"Ay, Lauren. How could you speak so ill?"

"I'm just stating some facts here, Auntie."

"It's okay," Axel smiled.

"See," she softened. "You're lucky he forgives easily. He's like an angel."

I scoffed, "Angel?"

Her brows came together as she looked at me furiously.

I may look like a brat right now, but I don't care. I ignored her.

I know I'm not acting very rational but I can't help it. And it's not like there's some ancient rule that you cannot be petty sometimes.

"Take the bed, Axel. Let Lauren sleep on the floor." She turned her back from me and opened the door to her room.

"What?" I protested. "You can't honestly let me sleep on the floor. I'm your niece, he's a stranger."

"That's right, Lauren. Families have to be hospitable to guests." She shut her door and it almost hit my face.

I looked at Axel and I felt my right eye twitch.

"It's not my fault," he said as I walked closer to him.

"Yeah, right, cause nothing's ever your fault." I nodded and entered the key to the room.

Our bags were placed in front of a queen-sized bed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he said as the door closed behind him.

"Do you really have to ask?"

He smiled bitterly, "I just don't understand why you're mad. I didn't do anything."

My mouth opened in shock. "Oh my God, do you hear yourself?"

"Hey, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here."

"Excuse me?"

"You think you'd be here if I didn't fly you out?"

My teeth grind against each other.

I turned to face him. "Why did you fly me out anyway? We still haven't had that conversation."

He exhaled, "It's a long story, let's talk about it tomorrow?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I'm beat."

I was debating in my head if I should demand an explanation now or continue tomorrow, but he's right, I'm also tired. If I add more drama, my body may not physically handle it anymore.

I nodded, "Alright. But you owe me an explanation."

He nodded then sat on the bed.

"Wait..." I cleared my throat, "Wait a minute. Why are you on the bed?"

"Because I'm about to sleep?"

"Aha, no siree. On the floor. Now."

"Why?"