Spiced up love

FVCK UP LOVE

CHAPTER ONE

Emery Austin's POV

"Miss Austin, may I know why you did that?"

I rolled my eyes as the peace officer of the condominium where I am currently residing showed me the footage of what I did yesterday. It is the specific scene wherein I threw a bottle of lotion on the unit that is located under my room. Look, I didn’t mean it. It was just a result of my short temper. And I didn’t really expect that the flying bottle would land on the face of a very delicate neighbor downstairs.

"Go ahead and explain yourself Miss Austin." The peace officer added. I looked around me. Everyone was waiting for my precious answer.

Oh, by the way, we are now at the administration’s office.

I smirked. I should be living in the mountains and not in a condominium. I should not be dealing with these people after all. A wrong choice that I just recently made, psh.

"Do you know how to speak, Miss?" the guy in front of me asked. I narrowed my eyes. He is the delicate neighbor that filed the complaint against me.

"Yes, I know. How about you? Do you know how to shut up your mouth? " I sarcastically said. I am in bad shape and he just worsened my mood. I don’t care if we were in front of this officer.

"Look at how she reacts! She must be kicked out of the building," the delicate guy shouted.

"Whatever, you are gay! Stop talking! Or else I will punch you!" I answered. If he wants war, then I will give it to him.

"As if I am afraid!" Is he really challenging me?

I was about to walk closer to him, but the peace officer held my arms.

"Both of you! Stop! If we can’t settle you at peace, then maybe it is the right time to hold onto the golden rule! We will be bringing you to a room and you will be spending the whole night together!"

I punched the table because of what the officer had just said. Golden rule my feet!

"I totally disagree. I will be leaving first!" I said, then walked towards the door. But before I finally stepped out of the office, two old rotten men held my arms and brought me back in front of the officer. The latter showed me the contract that I signed. He specifically pointed me to the clause which states the golden rule.

At the back of my mind, I am ripping off the contract that I just signed. Why didn’t I read it thoroughly, by the way?

So, aforementioned, they brought us into a room and locked us inside.

I just didn’t bother to oppose their decision because, somewhat, I like to support them where they will become happy.

In my dreams!

I just didn’t oppose it because I don’t want to waste my time and energy on this kind of trash.

Now that it is just the two of us, I can freely punch this guy, right?

"This time, can we nicely introduce ourselves?" that guy asked peacefully.

I rolled my eyes.

"Nice way, my feet." I mimicked his accent.

"I sincerely apologize for dragging you to his office earlier, Miss Austin, but you should apologize as well because you threw something that caused me some lumps on my forehead." This time, he was speaking really nicely. Far away from his barbarous appearance when we were inside the administration’s office.

"If apologizing is what a gay like you needs, then so be it. Sorry." This is exactly the art of sarcasm.