Wrong Suitcase 2

Good day beautiful people! How is it going? For me, I don't know yet. I miss my brother but I know he's fine. I'm trying to adjust doing my dad's bidding and working. My dad does not really understand the concept of working from home, he believes since I'm home, I should have time to run to the stores, cook 2 hour meals, and other things. He just got a new phone and he keeps calling me to help set up something on the pbone. I told him I could do everything he wants in the evening because I have a lot of work to get to but he says it's something simple and fast. When I start doing it, he brings up something else and before you know it, he almost has me spending all my time on his phone and neglecting my work lol. I just have to be adamant. I did the major things for him and after work ill finish the rest.

So today, based on request, I'll be continuing my story from yesterday. If you haven't read it yet, check it out here:

Wrong Suitcase

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Those were my clothes!

He didn't notice at first. He looked straight towards the elevator door and avoided making contact with me; I think he was embarrassed because of what he was wearing. I didn't know how to call his attention to it. How do I explain it, I had never been in a situation where I had to wear a stranger's cloth and then run into them again. Do I say "Hi, you're wearing my clothes, can I have them back?". How does one go about this? I was panicking again. The elevator ride was to the last floor, I didn't know how long it was supposed to last but I needed to do something quick so without giving it too much thoughts, I tapped the man on his shoulder and I said quickly

"you're wearing my clothes, you must have taken my bag from the airport!"

I spoke so fast that he couldn't catch what I said so he said "huh?"

I repeated what I had said earlier slowly this time and it was while I was talking that he finally looked towards where I was standing. It felt like things were in slow motion when he looked at me, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, his finger pointed at me and he yelled "You!"

"What? What's did I do?" I asked thinking the man in my red blouse was as crazy as he looked.

"You!" he continued, still pointing his finger at me "You stole my bag, you thief!" he yelled

"I didn't steal your bag, you're the one who took mine!"

"If you didn't steal my bag, why are you wearing my clothes?"

I was so caught up with the fact that he was wearing my clothes and with how ridiculous they looked on him that I forgot what I was wearing for a moment.

"Uh, n—no, that's not what happened. I'm not a thief, maybe you're the thief. How can you justify wearing a woman's blouse, Mr crop top?"

"You take that back, mini woman!" he yelled as he proceeded to cover his uncovered stomach area.

"I'll have you know I'm tall enough to smack up your cheeks," I retorted but as I saw how tall he was, I said in a low tone "I could punch your stomach at least."

"Hihi," he chuckled "We should stop fighting, how about we quickly exchange want we can," he suggested.

"That's good, but you have to turn around." he turned immediately facing the one side and taking off my blouse. It was hard to come off and his muscles flexed as he tried to carefully remove the cloth without ripping it.

I remembered that I had to take mine off too and I quickly did that. He passed my blouse to me and I gave him his shirt and suit. As we went to take off the trousers, the elevator door opened.

That's all folks! Hehe why do I like ending my stories like this? I guess I'm a sucker for cliffhangers.

Thank you so much for reading, have a wonderful week ahead!