I folded my hands and tapped my right feet, glaring at him.
He looked at me, “Want to go somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“What’s stopping you?” I heard suppressed laughter in his voice, making me even angrier.
“Your damn body.” I snapped.
“Get on top then. I love a woman in control.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
I glowered at him. I preferred his shut mouth at times. “Not interested.”
“Get under me? Submissives are a turn on too.”
I gritted my teeth. My inner sexually deprived devil spurting out her vodka and nodding readily, starting to undress. I blinked. “Move, I have to go to class.”
“Mrs. Singh is absent, free lecture.” He stated, whistling softly.
“Oh, you have to go to class.” I pointed out.
He chuckled softly, “I have attended all the lectures since morning, I deserve a break.”
“You can attend all lectures for a change.”
“Nah spoils my reputation.”
I loosened my arms and they fell on my sides. If I jump across the table and land on the seat ahead and was fast enough to run to the door, I could make it.
Just as I was going to jump, his phone rang. I saw him become stiff as he saw the number. I leaned forward to get a glimpse of the caller number but he picked up the phone and pressed it to his ears.
“What?” His tone crisp and rough.
Apparently he didn’t like the person who called. I strained to her what the other person was saying but Bryan leaned away.
“No, I won’t do it… Yes, I told you that before… I don’t care… you wouldn’t dare… That’s low…” I heard his one-sided conversation.
“Don’t you dare!” He hissed and cut the call, throwing his phone on the desk.
I glanced at the phone and fought the urge to go through his call list. My eyes went back to Ace who was deep in thought, his one hand combing his hair and the other in a fist. He looked frustrated and disoriented.
Oh Oh! What was that call about? Trouble in hell!
Suddenly he got up with a determined look on his face. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the almost empty classroom. I didn’t protest, knowing it was useless wasting my energy; I could use that energy to shout at him later.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You are staying with me for at least one week.”
I stopped dead in my tracks. Did I hear him correctly?
“What?” I gasped.
He turned to me with a look of annoyance. “You are staying with me.” He repeated as if explaining it to a child that eating sand isn’t healthy.
He pulled my hand. I pulled it right back. “No.”
“For once will you listen to me?”
“No.”
“You are coming with your own will or I’ll force you.”
I glared at him. “I am not coming to that cottage, not when I am beyond angry at you.”
“We are not going to the cottage. Now stop being a brat and come before someone catches us.” He pulled me forcefully and I followed him, shooting daggers at his back.
We went to nurse’s office, well, he went inside. I stood outside, waiting impatiently for him even thinking of sprinting off but curiosity stuck my feet firmly to the ground.
When he came back he had two slips, elucidating that I had high fever and stomach pain and he was to take me home. How he managed to do that, I have no idea.
“If we are not going to the cottage then where are we going?” I asked, sitting on his bike.
“You’ll see.”
End of conversation. I was already starting to regret my decision of going with him. Let’s hope my hormones would be in control and his presumptuous butt too.
“Honeymoon travelers!” I exclaimed in horror, reading the board.
“That’s near.” He simply stated, waiting for me to get down.
I folded my hands, sitting stiffly on the bike. “What happened to Pride, Four Seasons and Southern Sights?”
“This is cheaper. Get down.”
I shook my head. “I am not going in that nasty looking hotel, more like motel. It already looks like it will break into pieces any second.”
“Don’t act like spoilt brat. Get down.” He spoke, aggravation clear in his tone.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“What is the problem now?” He asked, raking his hand through his hair, his biceps popping out from the sleeve.
I glared at him. “First.” I counted on my fingers, “you kiss me and then ignore me for 3 days, and then today you don’t talk to me until break. Second, you act like you did nothing wrong. Third, you suddenly order me to stay with you without asking about my decision. Fourth, you don’t tell me why you are doing all this. Fifth, you bring to this rundown motel that looks straight out of a 1990’s scary scene. Sixth, you call me a spoilt brat. Seventh, you ask me what the problem is.” I took a deep breath, wondering how I managed to say all that in one breath.
Ace was staring at me with surprise; obviously he didn’t expect such an outburst from me. “You think I was ignoring you?” he asked in horror.
My eyebrows furrowed, “You weren’t?”
He shook his head. “No, why would I do that?”
“How do I know? You didn’t message or anything for 3 days and today you didn’t talk to me before lunch.” I pointed out.
“I was busy, we all were.”
“You could have sent a simple ‘I am busy’ message then.”
He shifted uncomfortably, “I thought you wouldn’t care.”
“Of course I care.” I snapped.
His eyes grew big and I gulped. “Uh I mean I don’t, no, I mean I do but not that much, not that much like in clingy girlfriend types, of course why would you text? It’s not like I am you girlfriend or something. I was just being silly and irri-”
My next words drowned when his lips crashed down on mine. They were soft and pressed hard on my lips with conviction, moving fast with an intention. His one arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest and the other went into my hair, lightly brushing through them. His lips embraced mine, demanding response.
It took a while for me to register what was happening but when it did, I responded willingly, my lips moving with his in accord. The feeling was exquisite and a strange desire made its way into the pit of my stomach, making me want to do tango with no clothes. I clenched my stomach, my arms went around his neck, pulling him even closer. Our chests touched, lightly brushing against each other and I moaned when he licked my bottom lip demanding entrance. Suddenly the air electrified and raised on an upper notch. He pulled my hair, making me gasp and giving his tongue the desperate entrance to dominate my mouth. Oh my!
I brushed my tongue against his tentatively and soon joined in the battle of ascendancy. He pushed me on the bike, his hand making way into my top and resting just above my ass. I felt myself jump at the sudden contact, feeling hot beneath his touch yet my back arched and hips came in direct contact with his hips. My inner sex devil was already naked, sipping wine, impatiently waiting for the virgin me to get naked. Unconsciously I jerked my hips towards him, moaning as I felt his arousal.
I heard his slight moan and before I knew it, the kiss was broken.
He backed away from the bike, pacing in front of it. He has Janice’s habit, I noted with mild amusement. I licked my lips, his minty taste still glued to lips. I blinked, what was all that about?
I hesitantly got down from the bike. My legs feeling like jelly, I leaned on the bike knowing my legs were out of work for a few minutes. I stared at Bryan, he had stopped now but was facing away from me. His back was rigid and both hands were folded. What was he thinking?
Maybe this was all wrong, yes it was. He regretted it. I wanted to howl in despair but fought the urge.
I opened my mouth to speak something – anything, but he beat me.
“We should go in.” He stated, walking in, not sparing a glance at me.
I stared at his receding back with intense irascibility. I stamped my foot in annoyance. How can he just kiss the living daylights out of me and then just walk away? Because it didn’t mean anything to him.
Body of a Greek God and attitude of a donkey.
I followed him, still seething. The wonderful kiss buried forcefully in a corner. One thing was for sure, this one week was going to change our lives. For good or for bad, was a million dollar question.
What have I got myself into?