*Minho’s POV*

“Will you hurry up?!” I shouted through the bathroom door as I rapped my knuckles against it. “Everyone else left over an hour ago!”

How can a girl be in the bathroom this long?!

Nicole hadn’t even come down stairs to eat breakfast yet. She’d been in the bathroom for hours now. I didn’t care that I was in her room. She was taking too long and she needed to hurry up!

“Why the heck are you in my room?!” an angry voice shouted from behind the door, which swung open harshly. In front of me stood an angry Nicole with a mascara brush in her hand.

“Well maybe if you didn’t take an hour to smear that junk on your face I wouldn’t have come in in the first place!” I shouted back. “By the way, it doesn’t help.”

“Ugh, you sicken me.” *Eye roll*

She put her makeup away, cleaned up her bathroom then followed me downstairs.

*Nicole’s POV*

I wanted to kick him in the balls; over and over and over. He’d never have children. I wanted to smash his face into the wall so nobody would ever want to look at him. But I couldn’t. I…was scared. I’d never hated someone this much (and believe me I’ve hated a LOT of people), but I’d also never been so scared of someone. I didn’t understand it. It just wasn’t fair.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat of the rental car waiting in the mansion’s driveway.

“You’ll see.”

Gah I want to kill him!

I hated when people teased me. When I wanted something, I wanted it right there and then!

“No; tell me!” I shouted in his ear.

“SHUT UP YOU PREP!”

I immediately sat back in my seat and faced forward.

Stop! What are you doing? Why are you obeying him? He doesn’t own you!

But I still just sat there silently.

*Minho’s POV*

You might be thinking that I’m totally mean and over doing things, and, I mean, I might me overacting a little, but seriously; she was terrible! She had no patience, yet expected me to wait five hours for her to put junk on her face that she was just going to wipe off tonight, then slap back on tomorrow. Her shutting up this time was the first ounce of respect I’d seen from her, and it satisfied me. I put the car in drive and headed down the long driveway to the main road.

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*Nicole’s POV*

When Minho pulled up in front of the spa, I was overjoyed. The spa was basically my second home; no wait… my FIRST home! I was about to thank him, but then I remembered… it was MINHO.

“Wow, a spa for bonding time? Really?” I rolled my eyes at him as we exited the car.

“Hey, be glad I didn’t bring you to a football field.”

“Ugh, I guess you’re right. I at pitching.”

*Minho’s POV*

That was another thing I hated about her. She could never get anything right. She was a complete airhead, but would never admit that she was wrong. The fact that she thought she knew everything about sports irked me too. Sports were MY thing. Don’t mess with them!

When we entered the spa building, Nicole started toward the aqua massage room. Before she could even take a second step my hand was wrapped around her wrist.

“Excuse me what do you think you’re doing?” She asked, annoyed, and ripped out of my grasp.

“You wanted bonding time, so I’m giving you bonding time,” I replied as I steered us toward the private Jacuzzi room I’d reserved.   

We changed our clothes (me keeping on a t-shirt with my swim trunks), then met back up in the room.

I wasn’t going to lie; Nicole looked really good in her pink polka dot bikini (http://www.stylebop.com/grafic/product2/128/900/128362.jpg). I watched her climb into the pool of heated water, admiring how toned her thighs and stomach were.

Ewe, Minho what are you doing? This girl is a stuck up, snotty brat. GET OVER IT!

I shook my head to clear my mind, then climbed into after her.