"Fucking bastard," I hear her curse. I follow near where she's standing, my shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "Yes, doc?" I ask, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice but miserably failing. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?" she speaks through gritted teeth. I reply back with a shrug. "Well, you wanted two rooms, there are two rooms in this place."

  "Yes, but where is the bed in this room?"

  Gosh, I so love pissing her off like this. "You said you wanted two rooms, you never specified that there should be a bed in both. Plus, not my fault they took the bed out to fix it" Of course I know she isn't going to believe the whole "broken bed" thing, but it's still fun pushing her buttons. As expected, she scoffs. "Fix it? More like you told the staff to remove it." Tucking both hands in my coat pockets, I answer, "And so I did. But you still can't kick me out since your condition has been fulfilled. Better be more specific with your words next time, pretty shrink. Don't worry, I'll take the couch. Oops, tough luck, they don't have one in here either." I can see the evident anger on her face. Damn, she looks like she's about to fucking explode. It's so fun pissing her off and God help me because I know I'm playing a dangerous game. She might snap anytime and get her back in who knows what way. But you know the dangerous part, I would let her. I would fucking let her just to see that feisty smirk on her face, just for her to laugh at me while I admire her. And that's what scares me.

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  I see her fists clenching and unclenching, visibly trying to calm herself down. "Are you going to sleep in a damn suit? Because I don't see any spare clothes with you."

  Oh, so that's what's in that black bag. Shit. I didn't think about that at all. Still, I try to play it cool. "There's a bathrobe in the cupboard. I will be sleeping with that on." My words have her laughing. "You're going to sleep in a fucking bathrobe?" I nod. "Yup. Yes I will."

  I drape the bathrobe over my shoulder and go to the washroom to change into them. As soon as I enter the washroom, I'm plunged into darkness. An exasperated sigh escapes me and I realise something. I'm deep in shit. This is just the beginning—Inez is going to make me pay in the most creative ways for this two-rooms-one-bed thing.

  And as much as I'm terrified, a part of me is also excited to see what all she comes up with.

  After changing I come out of the washroom rolling my eyes at her. She still looks angry and I fucking like it. Even she has changed into her pyjamas and wait...what the actual fu-

  There's a damn boundary right in between the bed and you know what is made of? It's made of fucking makeup products. Her makeup products.

  Why did she bring so much of that anyways?

  Well...I mean I expected a boundary thing on the bed but not a boundary of makeup. You know why it bothers me? Because first if I cross the boundary, she's going to kill me and then second if I cross the boundary, her makeup will be crushed. Heaven knows what's going to happen to me next. I would most probably not be seen or heard off again...