Chapter VI ۞ Thays ۞ Part II

CLICKING MY TONGUE IN DISBELIEF, I GLARED AT HIM, "Make it 10 books per day. You got me in this mess and because of you I'll not only have to lie to my entire family, as I'll have to fool of them with this… fake dating. Merda. Not to mention that they will have to spend two week with your family, all because you decided to lie to your mother."

Sigh, "10 books per day… how much will that be? Since it'll be counting from today, till the second day of the next year, because the deal was for all the days you will have to lie."

"Thankfully both Christmas and the New Year will fall in a Sunday," I muttered. "It'll be three weeks in total, counting from today till the last day. So, roughly, 21 to 22 days. 210 to 220 books," I grinned amused by the number. "Well, at least it'll be worthy."

"Do you even have space to all of those books?"

I motioned for him to follow me, and walked past my office, the kitchen, the home theater, the spare room, and stopped on a big wooden double door before my room. "What do you think?"

He gasped, "You have a library? Damn, how many books are here? It's huge."

Side looking him, I nodded, "Yeah, very huge." Then I gulped, feeling my cheeks warm and turned to the shelves again. "Around 7 thousand, I guess. There are lots of limited editions of the same books, and most of them in three languages. English, Brazilian Portuguese, and Italian. In my actual office, downtown, I have another library but with books in Spanish, French, German, Japanese, and Mandarin. And in my bedroom there's a shelf for Korean comics too."

I have to admit that he's quite the sight to look at, if it wasn't for when he opens those soft lips of his.

Aaron is about two heads taller than me, he's terrifically tall, probably the tallest man I've ever seen. And I'm not short, I'm 167cm. 5'5. He's full of sculpted muscles everywhere, and his wide and broad shoulders don't help all his size. The man is a white avatar, let me tell you. Did I mentioned his tattoos?

I had absolutely NO idea he had any besides the dark snake circling the base of his neck like a necklace, so it was quite the surprise, when I made him take off his shirt and I saw all of those. He's always with long-sleeved shirts when I see him, and that's why I didn't see the ones in his arms. And they make him… hot. Hot as hell. Which is bad for my healthy, and I definitely should be careful not to gawk at him or things would get weird.

He isn't a mountain of muscles like those gym rats that enter competition for it, but every single part of him is sculpted handsomely. His waist is tiny compared to his torso, but his longer-than-the-Amazon-river legs are toned and muscled too. Not to mention that he has quite the ass.

The man is all sharp, from his cheekbones and jaw, to his shoulder blades and collarbones. His slander hands are longer than my life and full of marked veins. With silky black wavy hair that keeps falling over his forehead, straight black eyebrows, a sharp nose, full lips, and dimples on the corner of his lips that only appear when he smiles.

Have I talked about his amber eyes that look like a deep shade of orange under the light, and look almost red when his angry?

You should see how big his feet is compared to mine. It makes me feel like a toddle.

In all honesty, he's too beautiful to be real. That's precisely what I thought the first time I laid my eyes on him when I arrived in the building. He was so graceful formally dressed on in black. I got so dumbfounded by the tall man in front of me, that I tripped and my drink fell on him.

Yes. That was the actual reason.

And to think I felt guilty at the time. Oh, Lord, how I would be glad to have thrown that at his face instead. This condescending arrogant bastard had it too easy. But his beauty is wasted with this nasty personality of his.

To think I was on his lap instants ago… Damn how I miss my pure and innocent self. This demônio is giving me lots of unholy and dirty thoughts.

"…Thays?" I blinked and turned to me. "Jesus Christ, why are you so cloud minded? Put yourself together. We need to focus!"

See? He just needs to open his mouth to blind his beauty with his nastiness. "Alright, maldição, what do you want to focus on then?"

"I don't know about your family, but mine will definitely ask thousands of questions. Which means, we'll have to show them that we know each other. And to my dismay, I didn't even know your surname before today. Why didn't you ever told me you were a Rossetti?"

Blinking, I glared up at him and jumped over the piano in the center of the library, sitting up there so it wouldn't hurt my neck to stare at his irritating face. "You never asked. Besides, you should pay more attention to the people who buys your apartments, how can you be so estúpido? If you see the contract of sale of the 24th floor, you will see my full name there."

"How didn't I know your age either?"

"You also didn't ask. Why would it randomly tell you, when you only opened your maldita mouth to spill rude things at me? Furthermore, you never had any reason to know anymore than my name."

"But you know mine."

A nod. "Information is power, Vaughn-Solomon. Your IQ indicates that you are smart, so you should be more akin to that. Not to mention that your mother has the Thunderous Moonstones, the website where she details everything about her five sons. It doesn't leave much to imaginations."

Sigh, "My mom has a problem with oversharing."

"That much is obvious," I scoffed. "So, when we began this… hateful thing when I arrived here, I judged important to go after all I could get in you. Like they say, you should know your enemies, and you are definitely my nemesis in this place."

"What do you know about me, precisely?" Oh?

I pressed my lips together, "Hm, quite a bit. Aaron Vaughn-Solomon. 28 years old, born in October 1st, from the air sign of Libra. British-born, in Birmingham to be precise. Half British because of your father, and half Welsh because of your mom. Moved to Queenstown at 10, left to attend Yale in the US at 17, stayed in London for 2 years after that and later came back to New Zealand. Graduated in Business with top grades, and your IQ is 178. When you came back to New Zealand you also graduated in first place in Architecture in the Queenstown University. Speaks 8 different languages fluently. Is the primogênito and heir of the Vaughn-Solomon empire, and the eldest son out of five. No sisters. Both your parents are still married, and living together, meaning you never had any traumas regarding a possible divorce, like many others."

He sat down on the chair near the piano, looking low key uncomfortable, "My mom surely talks too much in that blog of hers."

"She surely does. And I also know some stuff that I learned here, thanks to the gossipers of the building. Such as the fact that you constantly runs from your mother, avoids the blind dates she sets up for you, has chaotic siblings that constantly comes to you to ran from your mother as well, and I also know about your problematic ex. At least um pouco," I said while beading my hair in two boxing braids, anxious and needing to do something with my hands.

"I guess I'm not as mysterious as I thought."

That made me chuckled, "If that's what you wanted, then you failed royally. But we only know impersonal facts from your mom's blogs. We don't really know how you are. I mean, they don't. I do. And you are unbearable and annoying pra porra. The most irritating man I've ever met in my entire life, actually."

He rolled his eyes, "As if your weren't a vaca maldita either, hm?" Did he just use my native language against me? Demônio infeliz.

"Hey, asshole, you don't get to do that, alright? That's my thing," complained. "And I only act like a puta raivosa towards you, because you deserves it. You are the one who started this, so do throw it at me."

Aaron rolled his shoulders, grinning widely, "Whatever. You know about my family, right?" A nod. "Then you tell me about yours, because I'll need to know at least their names and agers, to make this work."

Sighing, I jumped from the piano, "Irritante. Okay. Let's go to the kitchen and I'll tell you while I make something for me to eat, because all of this is making me hungry. And my phone is there too." I didn't wait for him to say anything, as I walked out of there and headed to my precious kitchen. When I was sure that he was behind by the big shadow that fell over myself, I began, "A big fact that you need to know is that I love cooking. So, you should pretend like you are used to me cooking for you, because that's what I would do if I was dating someone."