Chapter 10

♡ Lauren’s POV ♡ I was shoved through the door, and Polly and Magee were still talking. I'm still in a very confused state. What just happened? Polly said he never let her into his room? Isn't she his girlfriend? Why not let her into the room? Sure enough, perverts do things differently. I stood in the doorway and continued to listen to their conversation, which was more like an argument. "How could you? I want to go in, too. Open the door! ” Polly screamed and banged wildly on the door. I think she's gonna cry. The knocking stopped. Magee must have stopped her. "She came here to study. You'd better cut it out! Besides, this is my house, and I don't need to explain myself to you! ” It was Magee's voice. I could hear him being patient. "I'm your girlfriend. Why should that little bitch be in your room? "I heard Polly scratching Magee. "I'm with you because of our parents. That doesn't mean I'm obliged to put up with all your bad temper.” Magee growled fiercely. "Are you breaking up with me? ""Whimpered Polly. "If you think so. That's fine for me. Now get the fuck out of here.” There was the sound of things breaking, and I remember a box of fire hydrants by the door. Is that a good way to damage fire equipment? But I'm sure the property management will give him the best service. "Well, well, don't you regret it! ” I heard high heels running away. Moments later, there was a knock on the door. Then I remembered that I was in someone else's house and that the owner had locked himself out. I opened the door and Magee gave me an embarrassed look and came in. He had three extra scratches on his neck, and I know how sharp a girl like her nails can be. His right hand was stained with blood, probably from beating a fire hydrant. His hair was dripping, dripping down his face, down to his neck, chest, and his eight-pack abs. Disappeared into a white towel. I couldn't help swallowing. "Do you like what you see? He suddenly moved a step closer to me and said this with a smile on his face. I realized HOW long I'd been staring at his face and figure. I admire him. Was he looking at me, too? We were alone in the room, and I suddenly felt awkward and shy. I licked my tongue and turned quickly to hide any feelings of admiration. "Have a look around for yourself.” Magee said to me, and I suddenly found him a little soft. It must be an illusion, I told myself. Magee goes back to the bathroom. He seems to have rushed out in the middle of a bath. Why does he take a shower at 3 p. m. ? There's no way he got his food thrown at him like I did. I stopped thinking about the puzzles I couldn't solve. Began to take a closer look at his apartment. I was so focused on listening to them fight. This is a duplex building on the top floor. I'm standing in the living room on the first floor. Of course, I only allowed myself to wander around the living room, though I was a little curious about his bedroom. The living room is in a simple Nordic style, with a large French window that looks out into the distance. The living room is very clean and tidy. I suspect an aunt cleans it regularly. I walked over to the cloth sofa and sat down. I took the materials out of my bag and started thinking about the steps to complete the project. Until I felt a glowing gaze lock on me behind me. I turned around and saw Magee walking towards me. He looked clean and fresh in a simple white T-shirt and jeans. His hair, which was not quite dry, shook up and down as he walked. The afternoon sun shone on him, giving him the feeling of a sunny boy. His blue eyes locked on me as he walked toward me. My heart beat faster than I could control. He came to me, where I was sitting, leaned close to my ear and said, "What are you thinking? " My face was on fire, and I'm sure I blushed. It was like someone had read my mind. With a smirk on his lips, he seemed pleased with my reaction. It must be fun for him to tease me. "Let's go to my bedroom.” He picked up my bag and said suddenly. I immediately wrapped my arms around myself and asked in horror, "What are you going to do? " He reached out and slapped me on the forehead with a look of disdain. "What the hell was going on in your head? To study, of course. There's no desk. And I'm not interested in you.” As I lowered my arms, he added, "But, remembering the way you looked at my eight-pack, I was worried you were going to do something to me! Little mouse.” Great, another nickname. I hung my head in embarrassment. I did have some unhealthy thoughts about him. He snorted and led me up the stairs. His bedroom is large, black and gray, with a large desk and a computer on it. The equipment is supposed to be for playing games. He put two chairs behind the desk and made me sit on one of them. He sat in a chair in front of the computer.” You get to work! ” He said, looking at me. Then I watched him turn on the computer game. . . So what's the point of his presence in this project? Is it to piss me off? I suppressed my anger and began to plan the project. I don't know how long it's been. I heard Magee's weird laugh from next to me. I turned around and saw him holding his phone and looking at something. But the contents of the phone clearly delighted him. I gave him a sharp look and reminded him not to disturb my study. He flipped his phone over and showed me what he was looking at. That's a candid video of me getting dressed.