“How dare you slap her, what has she done to you? Didn’t you say you were friends.” He asked, his anger spiking up.
“Who would ever want to be friends with a slût,” She spatted.
“Get out of here now Miss.” Anthony ordered sternly but trying to be polite by not dragging her out by himself already.
“Do you know who you are talking to?”
Anthony didn’t say anything further before lifting her onto his shoulder and carrying her away, with her wriggling and kicking mádly while trying to get out of his hold, uttering curses nonstop.
He brought an ice pack to my room after taking her away which he told me would help in reducing the swell on my cheek quickly.
Not very long, about ten minutes after he brought the icepack to my room, I heard a loud knock at the door.
Anthony doesn’t knock that loud, it might as well be Sandra, who must have managed to get back in.
I opened the door anyway.
“You dare…” I instantly stopped talking seeing it wasn’t Sandra this time but madrigal.
He doesn’t get off work that early thereby making me wonder why he was back already.
“Are you okay?” He asked with concern.
“I’m fine.” I said and trying to hide my left cheek, held my hand up to my cheek faking as if I was scratching it.
Anthony couldn’t have told him, but why would he be here when he should still be at work?
“Let me see.” He demanded, his jaw set.
“Get your hand off your face.” He said.
Knowing Anthony must have told him and seeing there was no use hiding it anymore, I obliged. Upon seeing the still vivid palm print and the fingernail marks, his dark grey eyes got clouded with anger.
“It is just…” I was saying but was grabbed by the hand and dragged after him down the stairs to the living room.
“Sit.” He said to me.
I sat on the couch and he proceeded to get an ice pack from the freezer.
“I already put ice on it.” I told him after he returned with one as I rose to my feet.
“Sit. Back. Down.” He said firmly.
“I- ah!” I complied, sitting back down seeing he wasn’t going to let me off just like that.
“It is fine really.” I insisted.
He sat beside me and making me face him, placed the ice pack on my cheek, holding onto it for a while.
Made to face him, I didn’t know when I started checking out his beautiful features until a smirk on his lips brought me out of my pathetic state.
“Hold unto it, I will be right back.” He told me.
He returned back with an ointment which he applied gently on my left cheek.
“That will help reduce the pain.” He rose up.
“Thank you.” I muttered, rising up.
Now at the same level with him, though he was taller than I was and I had to raise my head a little bit to look at him, silence pervaded between us for some time.
After a while, his eyes slowly wandered to my lips and lingered there.
Then, he took a step towards me, so that now there was hardly a little space between us and trust me if I tell you he looked absolutely irresistible that moment than ever.