Perfect Strangers

“This will be your room for the week, I trust you will be comfortable here, please, do say if you have any problems,” Victoria said haughtily stood inside the doorway of the bedroom.

“You have to be kidding me? What’s wrong with my old room? Why are we shoved into the guest room?” Myla retorted. She turned in the middle of the room, hands on her hips and pierced a hateful stare at her mother.

“You no longer have a room in the house, Myla.”

“Are you fucking serious?” She shrieked, causing Kai to jump with fright.

“Myla Fox! Watch your mouth! Correct me if I am wrong, but on your last visit here, you informed me that the next time you would be home, was for my funeral. With that in mind, your old room was emptied and turned into a games room for your father.”

Myla balked and stood tapping her foot, annoyance clear for all to see. “And my stuff? Where the fuck is that, huh?”

“I won’t tell you again, Myla. Watch your mouth. Your ‘stuff’ is in storage in the garage. I suggest you go through it while you are here and sort out what you want to keep. Dinner will be served in an hour.” With that she turned and walked through the door, slamming it behind her.

Hopping on one foot, Myla removed her stiletto, and threw it at the closed door behind her mother. “That troll. Who does she think she is?” she raged through clenched teeth.

Ignoring her, Kai launched himself onto the bed and placed his hands behind his head, crossing his legs at the ankles. “You need to calm down, Myla. You’re going to pop that vein in your neck before the day is over.”

Throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation, she pivoted on her foot to face him, “Stay right there,” she ordered pointing a finger towards him, then hobbled in one shoe, from the room.

“What the hell have I got myself into here?” Kai asked himself aloud, but before he could answer himself back, the door swung open again and in stormed Myla.

“Well, I see Grace’s room is still standing, why I should be surprised though, is beyond me. Little Miss perfect can never do anything wrong,” she vented as she paced ferociously up and down at the bottom of the bed.

“You need to get laid, Juliet. Get rid of some that pent-up frustration you’ve got bubbling away in there,” he said. He watched her come to a sudden standstill. Her angry, contorted face changed to one of pure shock.

“I don’t need sex to vent my frustrations, thank you very much. What I need is a baseball bat and to learn how to get away with murder,” she snapped. “You can get your ass off that bed too, there’s no way we are sharing.” She bobbed up and down to the side of the bed and began removing pillows and throws onto the floor.

“Where will I sleep?” Kai asked sitting himself upright, “do you seriously expect me to sleep on the floor, like some kind of dog?”

“I don’t really care where you sleep, but you can jog on, boy, if you think we are sharing.”

Grabbing her dainty wrists, he forcefully pulled her down on to the bed, she yelled and tried to fight him but he pinned her arms above her head and straddled her waist, his weight, securing her in place. “Get …off …me …Kai,” she growled through ragged breath. She tried to squirm under his fierce hold, but realizing she was losing her battle for freedom, she stilled and looked up at his looming frame hunched over her.

“I’m doing you a fucking favor here, Myla, and quite frankly I don’t like your attitude, I’m not sleeping on the floor, do you understand?”

Her eyes watched his mouth move as he continued to speak, but her hearing became distorted as the loud thumping of her heartbeat was suddenly prevalent in her ears. He shifted his weight slightly on her and the unexpected movement caused an ache to spear through her groin, startling her back to reality. “Fine,” she spat, “now get off me.”

“I’m actually quite enjoying this position, aren’t you, Capulet?” He whispered, pulling his lips into a broad smile.

Before she had chance to retaliate, the bedroom door swung open and a voice louder than Myla’s, reverberated around the room. Kai launched himself off her, caught his footing in the bedding and pillows she had haphazardly strewn from the bed, and fell with a thump, to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” she uttered, “I should have knocked, I didn’t mean to walk in and catch you, Uhm, …uh…making out,” she stated, clamping a hand over her mouth.

“Grace,” s

quealed Myla. Excitedly, she threw herself from the bed and hobbled towards her sister, pulling her in for a long embrace. “It’s not what it looked like, I swear,” she added when she pulled herself back.

Grace’s eyes looked behind Myla to where Kai’s broad figure suddenly popped up from the side of the bed. “And why not? Jesus Myla, he is a dish, great catch,” she whispered with a smile. Grace let go of Myla and walked towards Kai, with an outstretched hand.

“So, you must be the famous Rhett? I’m Grace, Myla’s sister. I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

“Hey, Grace, it’s a pleasure,” he replied taking her hand and kissing it.

She turned back to Myla and mouthed “Oh, my God” then proceeded to fan herself mockingly, with her hand. Grace was the opposite of Myla. She was two years older than her, her long dark hair was naturally wavy, and she had green eyes. Grace was three inches taller and was a sporty girl, she loved nothing more than wandering around in sweats and crop tops, whatever the weather, while Myla had preferred skirts and suits. When they were younger Myla hung out in nail salons and fancy clothes shops, and Grace would hang out at track and sports stadiums. They were like chalk and cheese with looks and personalities.

“I’m so excited you guys are here. These next few days are going to be a blast. We have so much to do. We are booked in for dance rehearsals tomorrow morning, so I hope you have packed your dancing shoes, baby sister,” she said and planted a kiss on Myla’s cheek then headed towards the door. “Mother said dinner is ready,” she added with a smile before closing the door behind her.

“Dance rehearsals? This just keep getting better!” Myla groaned.