Fionn looked at her, his face tense and brows furrowed. In an instant, his expression switched from annoyance to intrigue.
He wondered where the peculiar feeling came from. An intense feeling of attraction.
"Look, princess, I'm totally not fine with you staying, and I'm not going anywhere, so I suppose you get out of my house before I help you do so." He said with a soothingly soft voice.
"I'm not moving from my own...."
Before she could finish the words, Fionn got hold of her arm, his fingers digging deep into her skin. He pulled her towards the door along with her luggage, his movement rough and forceful. So swift, it's like she weighed nothing to him.
Kiara struggled to break free, her eyes flashing with fear and annoyance. "Let go of me." She shouted, but all in vain. Fionn was determined to throw her out of the house.
As he dragged her out of the flat, she managed to grab onto the doorframe, for a moment, just a second or two, she held tight, but Fionn's strength was so overwhelming for her own, and eventually she gave up the fight, which sent her crashing onto the floor.
She struggled to regain her footing, but it looked like Fionn's anger was only intensifying. He reached out for her handbag, looked through it, and threw it at her after retrieving a key. The key to the house.
"What do you think you are doing?" She cried out.
"You are not welcome to stay. So I should retain your key." He said.
"You know I could sue you. Kicking me out of my own house."
He remained unfazed, like her words were an empty threat one he'd brush off with just a single call.
He got back inside, leaving her behind, not even kind enough to at least help her off the ground.
"Kiara, are you alright?" Kayla's voice came from the phone, which lay on the ground. She heard but didn't care to listen.
All her attention was on Fionn. He was such a fool; she had to pay him back with his own currency.
"Kiara, answer me." Kayla persisted. She picked up the phone. "Baby Sis."
"What was just that? Everything I heard going on?" Kayla asked.
She didn't know where to start, or actually, what to tell her. How was she supposed to tell her she was smitten with some fool who kicked her out of her own house without caring to hear what she had to say?
"Some handsome fool has just kicked me out of my own house. I'll be suing him." She replied. "Anyway, talk later, I have to find myself a place to spend the night." She ended the call and then collected her belongings.
"He didn't even let me get my shoes." She grumbled to herself.
Luckily, she had some to spare, so she got another pair from her suitcase and put them on. She slowly dragged herself and her belongings down the hallway to the lift.
As she descended, a lot was going on in her head. How could he be so mean? Where does he expect me to spend the night? He doesn't even deserve to be that handsome. But sure, he's quite handsome. Wait, why do I keep emphasising how handsome he is?
She didn't even realize she had reached the ground floor.
The lift stayed open for some time, only for her to snap out of my thoughts the moment it was closing. She ran out quickly. Dragging her luggage through the lobby, she eventually found herself outside the flat.
Now I have nowhere to go, and it is all thanks to that handsome fool. Fuck me. Are you kidding me? Why do I keep calling him handsome? But sure he is, I'm only being honest.
She stood all by herself, stuck. She tried to think hard, and then it clicked, bringing a smile to her face. There was a guesthouse down the street. Even so, the guesthouse's existence didn't guarantee a spot for her.
Her fate was in God's hands. She walked hurriedly in that direction, her strides fast, just not to take chances. She had to get there as soon as possible.
She got to the guesthouse and made a beeline for the reception.
"Welcome, miss, how can I help you?" The receptionist politely said.
"I need a room. Tell me you have some left." Kiara said, trying to even her breath.
"A minute, please." The receptionist checked her computer. "You are a lucky one. I have one room left."
"Thank you, God." That's all she could say as she chuckled, stopping herself from kissing the receptionist.
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The short encounter didn't leave Fionn the same. He felt like something within him had been awakened. Some kind of desire. Desire for what he didn't know.
His heart ached; it felt like someone was pressing down on it. It was so painful, and yet he willingly enjoyed it so much.
He wondered where the peculiar feeling came from. Yes, he'd felt so before, but he thought such feelings were long gone from his life. Why now? why her?
Why do I feel this way? He held onto his aching heart. Why, why is it that I can't take my mind off her? Who is she? Why is she special? I have just met her, not so long ago, but for a couple of minutes, why do I feel sorry for her? Why do I feel guilty for kicking her out of the house? "Why? Why? Why?" He yelled.
The feeling was so intense that he felt like tearing himself apart. I really didn't have to kick her out. I have to let her in that way; I'll find answers.
He realized, but it was too late, when he walked back to the door and opened it, she was nowhere to be seen.
What if he never saw her again? What was he supposed to do? Of course, she'd definitely show up. If the house were hers, as she says, she'd have to return with police or even a court order. Guess I just have to wait for her.
He couldn't help but smile regardless of the pain he was going through.
"I have found her." He giggled. "I sure should make her my wife."
He searched for his phone, but he didn't have it on him. He stood up from the couch and walked to his room. At least he managed.
When he got to the room, Fionn crashed onto the bed, reaching out for his phone, which was on the bedside table. He dialed a number, and the phone was answered almost immediately.
"Guess what. I've found her." He said, immediately ending the call.