Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 28: Taking a Bath Together

Chapter 28: Taking a Bath Together
LIAM
THIS IS TORTURE!
I want to scream but I think better of it and keep my mouth shut as the three of us—Kian, Jennifer, and I—dine silently. There is no sound aside from clatters from cutleries’ click and clack and Jennifer’s lame attempts to strike up a conversation with Kian. He has almost stopped talking since we got back to his fortress a week ago. Only the Gods know what is going through his twisted head now.
She looks at me with a pitying look in her eyes that makes me want to hurl.
It’s been a week since Kian and I got back from the mass murder that we committed. Andreas died and his father went berserk. He came in a few days ago and tried to pressure Kian to look into the case. Ironic how he is telling one of the culprits to find out the culprit.
Kian denied him. He just simply said, "This is nothing but an assassination attempt which was successful. I can do nothing about it other than advise you to tighten your security measures."
Mr. Norlen was disappointed and aggravated as he should be. He threw a fit but Kian remained nonchalant. At last, Jennifer had to step in and kick him out.
I think the matter landed in Kian’s father’s hand, and seemingly, he disposed of the matter just as coldly as Kian. I am not surprised actually. Like father, like son.
But this is not what my problem is. My problem is...
Cold metal dugs into my skin as I tug into my handcuff and reach out to grab a plate of lemonade across the table. Kian pulls into it as well and gives me a look as he grabs the plate and places it before me.
This is my problem.
We have been handcuffed together for over a week now. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t shit, I can’t do anything because Kian fucking Eryx is stubborn enough to keep me tied with him even though he is suffering equally.
Well, I am not sure about the last part because if Kian is suffering and is infuriated, he doesn’t let it surface on his face, which is even more disdaining.
I have been begging him to let me use the restroom every time I need it. He sometimes listens, and sometimes, he doesn’t. Meanwhile, I haven’t seen him use the restroom even once in the whole time.
Is he even human?
We both have been refusing to take showers because we would have to shower together and it is an absolute NO. We haven’t even slept properly in days because if we want to sleep, we have to sleep in the same bed, which is another ban.
This explains why I have these heavy purplish bags under my eyes and why stress is grooving my face. And I am pretty sure that, at this point, a pig in a gutter smells better than me. Meanwhile, Kian looks as flawless and perfect as ever. There is no sign of stress on his perfectly sculpted face, and I have been sticking by his side twenty-four-seven since the past week, and I haven’t detected an ounce of bad smell coming from him.
Now I am pretty sure that Kian Eryx is not a human. He is actually a ghost. Because no human being is capable of being this unaffected as him.
I have been dozing off all morning since last week as I didn’t get any sleep at night but Kian is always working tirelessly, his back pencil straight.
What’s the deal with him anyway?
"Lain, you smell very bad," Jennifer remarks from the other side of the huge long table.
I grimace, "I am not willing to take any accusations for it." I press my lips into a thin line.
Jennifer puts down her knife and fork and crosses her arms on the table as she leans forward, "You two are taking a bath today"
"No." Kian and I speak up simultaneously at the same time.
"Yes, you are." Jennifer deadpans, "You two smell like shit, especially Lain. I am not tolerating any of this disoriented behavior anymore. After dinner, you two are taking a bath. I don’t know how but you are."
Jennifer pushes up from her chair and walks away. Kian and I exchange a look before we look away.
Shit.
Shit can’t get any worse than this, can it?
But it appears it actually can get worse than this.
I thought Kian would let me take off the handcuff for a while as I took a bath. But no. He refuses to do that. This is why we are sitting across from each other in the bathtub with our eyes tied with a blindfold.
I am so painfully aware of every slash and every movement the water is making. The warm water feels nice against my skin, but my moment of peace is stolen by Kian, whose face I can’t see right now, but I am hyper-sure that he is here.
Have I ever thought of taking a bath together with my worst enemy? No. Check.
Anger, distraught, embarrassment, and something else that I would rather not name unfurl in my stomach and I snap.
"Enough of this shit." I get on my feet, sloshing the water around me, "I don’t want to take a bath anymore." I can feel the fire racing along my skin and tinging it crimson as I seethe.
My left wrist can feel the weight of Kian’s arm as I turn around and take a step out of the bathtub. People say, your destiny is decided with each step you take. But it appears that my very first step is so very wrong.
I step on a soap and slip. I fall into the tub. The water slashes and slaps against my skin as I go crashing down. I am pretty sure that if I hit the corner of the tub I am breaking my sulk.
But I don’t. Kian catches me effortlessly. I feel his arm tightening around me as I flop onto his lap.
Wow.