Chapter 14

After enduring the terror and suffocation of Ian's dreaded home, I raced towards the front door, my temper flaring from the earlier situation at the store. With a single-minded determination, I jabbed the doorbell repeatedly, heedless of any interruptions.

"I'm comiiinggg!" his voice boomed from within. The door swung open abruptly, revealing the irritating sight of Ian in all his glory. His attire, consisting of a sleeveless top and boxers, accentuated his muscular frame, while the presence of a joystick in his hand provided undeniable evidence of his uninterrupted video game marathon.

As our gazes met, his expression twisted into one of disapproval. "What the hell?" he raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with annoyance. "I gave you my passcode. Did you really have to ring like that?"

Completely disregarding his displeasure, I walked past him, juggling the bags filled with my recent purchases. Choosing not to engage in provoca