Bedding My Vampire Mate

"What… what.. what the hell are you saying?" Joanna stuttered.

"Exactly what you think so…,"

"I don't peek at others while they bath…,"

"And how will I know that? I mean I don't stay with you to know what you are capable of right?" Amos asked teasingly.

"You… you…," Joanna jerked to her feet with her index finger pointing at the grinning guy.

"You are free to fantasize about my body as much as you want but be aware that you are forbidden from peeking ok?" Amos said.

He entered the room and jammed the door shut. He didn't allow her to scold him or defend herself.

"Geez… Although I admit that he has one of the finest bodies in the Kingdom, how dare he think I will peek at him while he takes a shower?" Joanna muttered, her cheeks puffed as she glared at the bedroom.

Amos standing with his back leaning against the brown door grinned due to her words.

[I am happy that at least she admits that my body is one of the best… Also, I managed to get rid of that sad look on her face]

He giggled as he left the door and made his way to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, at first, Amos took his sweet time having his bath but he made haste when he recalled their plans for the morning.

The quicker the girls settled their quarrel, the faster Joanna will return to her normal self. And the same with him.

Since she won't be sad anymore if things get sorted out with Audrey his heart would no longer ache to see her heartbroken.

The moment he stepped foot into the sitting room Joanna jumped to her feet with her cell phone in her hand. It was as if this is the moment she has been patiently waiting for.

"Let's go," She urged him on and hastened to the exit without waiting for him.

With how she was acting Amos believed that she would have abandoned him and entered the elevator first to Audrey's apartment if she had a choice.

Too bad for her, the two of them had made plans to go speak with Audrey together.

Immediately the elevator halted and dinged at their designated floor Joanna was quick to leave the elevator.

Just like earlier she lead the way while he followed behind.

As she rang the doorbell and waited for a response, Joanna's heart started throbbing.

Her hands became sweaty for some reason.

Although she was nervous, she was also very optimistic about what lay ahead for her.

She became a bit worried after her third attempt. Despite ringing the doorbell thrice, there was no response nor were there any movements inside the room.

[I can't perceive her scent nor do I sense any activity inside… this means that Audrey isn't inside. How could I bring myself to tell her this knowing how heartbroken she will be?]

Amos was lost at what to do as he stared at the anxious lady.

Noticing that she wanted to press the doorbell for the fourth time, he extended his right hand and grabbed her hand.

"Maybe she doesn't want to open the door for you since she is very mad at you so how about you try unlocking the door with the passcode?" He suggested while pointing at the door's lock.

Her head was in a mess that she forgot that something like a door's lock existed.

If only she wasn't muddleheaded then she wouldn't have spent so much time waiting for Audrey to open the door when she could do that.

After punching in the six digits code which was a combination of hers and Audrey's birthday, the door dinged and opened instantly.

"Audrey," Joanna called out while hurrying into the room. Amos followed her instantly.

Stepping foot into the sitting Joanna and Amos were dumbfounded at the state of the room.

"What the hell happened here?" Amos asked, his mouth still hanging open in shock. He scrutinised the spacious room with his eyes.

"Why does your home resemble a dumpster…," Amos paused what he wanted to say when his eyes met one of the ripped portraits on the door.

Subconsciously his legs propelled his entire body to where the ripped portrait lay.

As he tried to assemble the broken portrait Joanna dashed towards their bedroom and pushed the door open.

The first part of the room her eyes went to was the magnificent bed.

"Audrey…," the words refused to form when she saw that the bed was neatly arranged as if none has spent the night there.

Joanna didn't let her disappointment get to her.

"Maybe she is in the bathroom…," Joanna refused to accept reality even though the signs were very obvious.

In the sitting room after walking around picking up pieces of the ripped portrait and assembling them, the assembled pieces formed his face and that of Joanna.

"I don't understand why they would be a portrait of me and that of Joan…," He paused what he wanted to say when he got glimpses of the broken rose petals littering the couches.

After going around assessing the mess he was able to connect the knots.

"Did Audrey set up a date between me and Joan?" Amos looked around in confusion as he let his words trail.

Just then he recalled what Joanna told him at the cafe the previous day.

[Was the dinner date the important thing she wanted to discuss with me last night… but why?]

Despite having managed to connect the knots he was left even more confused.

Amos got out of his daze when he saw Joanna running around searching for Audrey in every single room.

He hastened to her and grabbed her hand not letting her run to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Joanna asked as she glared at his hand whose grip firm on her hands didn't loosen.

"I have to look for Drey…,"

"She is not here. I am sure you might have guessed that much the moment you stepped foot into the bedroom right?" He asked, not releasing her hands.