Page 22 of Unforeseen Love

Her eyes seek me out before going to whatever she’s watching, and I know before she opens her mouth what it is.

She storms over to me and turns her phone to face me. “What the fuck?” Her neck and cheeks are on fire. “You’re such an arsehole. This is an invasion of my privacy,” she grits out.

I can’t help but laugh at the image of her falling off the couch, along with the sound I used––priceless.

“It’s gone viral. You’re such a jerk.”

Her eyes begin to brim with tears. Well, shit.

But instead of apologising or offering to remove it, which is what I probably should do, I say, “Well. in that case, you should be thanking me.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and my eyes have a mind of their own as they follow the action. Her jaw drops open and she shakes her head before stomping her foot and turning her back on me.

Sienna disappears in her room before returning in a long cardigan, keys in her hand as she heads to the front door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

She pulls it open without looking back. “None of your damn business.”

And with that, she’s gone. I stand there at a loss when my phone starts vibrating in my pocket.

Phil: Shit, did you see your TikTok went viral?

I wipe my hand over my face and groan.

“Yes, I’m fucking well aware,” I say to the empty room.

Granted, it wasn’t my best move, and as much as I get a kick out of teasing her, it was wrong of me to post that to my content. I’m contemplating deleting it when the kittens start meowing profusely and I head over to check on them. One starts sucking my finger.

“Are you hungry, Bucky?” I’m not even sure why I named the little fur balls. Funnily enough, they’re all boys, with the exception of the raven black one with the one white paw which I named Morticia––who is a girl. She’s a real spit fire too, go figure.

Whoever dumped them is a real piece of work.

The door opens, and when Sienna reappears, she has a handful of different size pipettes. I didn’t think about how they’d drink the milk.

Without even acknowledging me, she busies herself in the kitchen, and when she returns, she picks up Tiger and starts feeding him.

I move and grab one of the other pipettes, picking up Morticia and copying what Sienna is doing, and then I move onto Bucky, as she then feeds Simba.

Before long, they’re fed, and she’s helped them all go to the toilet before laying them back in the basket. She’s yet to say anything to me and hasn’t even looked at me. I fucking hate silent treatment. I’d rather she was mouthing off, telling me what a dick move it was for me to set her up the way I did and then post that video.

Gathering up the empty pipettes and waste, she takes it into the kitchen. I follow her, feeling the need to break the tension, if only for a little while.

“I can sort something out for them in the morning. Give them some space to move around,” I say, not sure how long she plans on keeping them, but while they’re here, I’d rather they weren’t shitting and pissing everywhere. That’s what I tell myself anyway. Truth is the little fur balls are kind of cute.

But she continues to act as if I’m not even here.

“Fine, the TikTok was a dick move on my part.”

She glances to me from the corner of her eye but still remains silent.

“I’m sorry, okay?” And to my surprise, I actually mean it.

Her jaw drops––clearly, it’s a surprise to her too.

With my index finger, I lift her chin until her mouth closes. Her eyes dilate, whether it’s from confusion or my proximity, I have no idea. With a smirk and a wink, I drop my hand and leave her standing there, appearing as bemused as I feel.

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