Can you imagine how weird it felt when I woke up to both an unfamiliar ceiling and a cold chilling wave of air skimming over my body?
Yeah, I almost panicked.
But then, I remembered what the hell happened yesterday and who the hell I kicked in the freaking shin!
“Oh crap!” I slapped my palm frustratedly against my forehead and blew a heavy puff of air from between my chapped lips. I can’t believe I did such a stupid thing! Yeah, he deserved it and more, but what about the consequences? He still has my parents on lockdown even now so any wrong move and they’d most likely kiss their lives goodbye!
And I’ve studied him long enough to know that once his head chips, he becomes completely insane.
But is he THAT insane to hurt my family just because I kicked him the shin?… and the face? No one is that insane… right? RIGHT?!
After I had fired my blow, I disgracefully hightailed it out of there before he could even recover from the hit. That was certainly a pathetic move… but I would’ve been more pathetic if I had stood there like a statue and willing allowed myself to kiss faces with him of all people. After what happened… those kinds of stuff is a complete and mighty NO! I won’t fall into his grasps anymore and I definitely won’t allow him to have his way.
Instead… I will make him feel the consequence of claiming me as his.
… well at least try to.
“Uh!”
Anyway, after brushing my teeth with a spare toothbrush I found, I washed my hair, took a long relaxing shower and drew on the same clothes I had on before.
Then I pulled my hair into a knot at the back and lounged for the bed. Though it’s sad to say that even after doing so many things, I still continued to feel frustrated and annoyed.
Vigorously slapping my heels against the matress, I curled my arms around myself and rolled over on the bed. I was so off in the head that I probably would’ve knowingly rolled straight off the edge if it weren’t for the knock that sounded at the door.
I cringed and slowly, my eyes darted over to the mahogany door that stood at a distance in front the bed.
There is a 95% chance that Kasan has finally come to butcher me and on the other hand, there’s a teeny weeny 5% chance that the owner of this particular room has come to throw me out.
As I didn’t really cater for such small details when I was trying to escape Kasan’s grasps yesterday, I had opened the first door I saw and launched myself inside before slamming it shut.
I have a very annoying feeling that this shabby, boring room belongs to Kenley though. Everything in here just seems so dark and freaky… just like him.
But anyhow, I’d rather it be him behind that door and not Kasan.
Pressing my palms against the bed, I propped myself up and tentatively stepped one foot off and then the other. The anticipation was terribly agonising but I managed to inch over to the door and with hesitant fingers, I twisted the knob and pulled it open.
The face that met my eyes was…
… an unidentified one.
“Who the hell are you?” I looked him up and down with a raised brow. He has long brown hair tied to the back and big, round blue eyes. His cheeks were fleshy and soft like that of a baby and he looked to be even shorter than I was. Whosoever said Kasan is the only good looking guy around here is dumb. This guy is pretty handsome… and midgety.
Maybe he just arrived? I don’t remember seeing him downstairs when I got here. But then again, I wasn’t too keen on anyone around me.
The guy flashed me a full-blown smile as his hands cheerfully lounged to grab mine before I could even react. “I’m Nate; the one who’s unlucky enough to get his room stolen… nice to meet you, Donna. I can tell that we’re gonna be best of friends!”
So it’s his room?
I looked down at my hand then back up at him. The look on my face was surely enough to give the impression that I didn’t want him to touch me, but it seemed as if his brain bypassed that one small detail. I winced when his hands tightened around mine as his beaming smile grew impossibly wider. What the hell is up with this guy?
“I’m not your Donna,” I gritted out, trying but failing to pull my arm away from him. “And I don’t think we’ll get along with this kind of attitude. Let go of me before I smash your face.”
His eyes literally sparkled at that. Perhaps, he doesn’t get that I just threatened him?
“Where did boss find you? I already like y-”
“How long are you going to keep her captive? I’m tempted to blow your fucking arm off.”
At the sound of the familiar deep voice, I somehow found the strength to pull my arm out of Nate’s and take a stumbling step back. But the second step that would land me right inside, didn’t get to be executed, for Kasan’s demanding voice created ripples in the air around me and rooted my feet to the ground.
“Don’t you dare close that door.”
My whole body tightened almost immediately and sweat started to drizzle down my skin in small streams.
As I literally melted on spot, Nate looked over at Kasan then back at me. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom to the left of the sink and if you’re okay with using men’s deoderant, there’s a few on the dresser. You can freshen up and head downstairs for breakfast…. of course that’s after you finish with your business.” He grinned.
I glared at him as a deep frown took form on my face. “What business? We have no business with each other. And by the way, I already used your stuff. Your permission wasn’t really needed.”
“Neither of us will be eating at the table.”
All eyes turned to Kasan. He was leaning languidly against the wall with his eyes trained directly on me. “You don’t need to wait for us.”
“Oh well… the mating season has already begun so I totally get it.” Nate wiggled his eyebrows at me knowingly, though he truly knows nothing of what was going on here.
Mating season? What is he talking about? My face contorted into confusion.
“I’ll just head downstairs then.”
And with that, he was gone and immediately, a dreadful silence washed over us. The tension in the air was almost stifling.
“So Clara… you have anything you wish to say to me?” He leaned off the wall and took a step forward. I looked up at him warily. The anticipation was eating me whole. I didn’t know what he was about to say nor how he was going to react. And that was exactly what was terrorizing me.
When he drew close enough and my eyes finally spotted the small bruise on his left cheek, I almost snorted.
Did I seriously do that?
How satisfying…. and dreadful.
“Yeah so, I uh…” I scratched the back of my head nervously as I fought for words. “Sorry, dude. It wasn’t my intention to mess up your face. But truthfully, it wasn’t entirely my fault. It’s yours. A Mafia boss shouldn’t be so inattentive and slow. If you had dodged those blows, your face…” I tentatively pointed to his cheek, “… wouldn’t look like that. Don’t you think? So all in all, this is your fault, not mine. And besides, you touched me without my permission. Just because I agreed to our deal doesn’t mean that you can touch me whenever you want. I’m a human being you know! Not someone that you can do whatever you want with! Next time, do me a favor and don’t touch me out of the blue. Cool?!” I drew in a chunk of air into my stinging nostrils by the end of my rant. My chest was stinging like crazy!
“Don’t call me dude.”
I jumped slightly, startled by how fast he had fired a reply.
“Everything you said just now is somewhat correct, but… you got one thing wrong…” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and resumed moving closer, his steps torturously slow. “You are… and will always be mine. Therefore, I can do whatever I want with you… with or without your permission.”
The finally in his voice had me choking on my spit.
“I don’t think we’re seeing eye to eye here, dude.” I placed well-needed emphasis on the last word. “If that is what you though then I’m sorry to tell you tha-”
Another step and he was standing right before me. The rest of my sentence died on my tongue in an instant and I could feel all the air suddenly leave me. The heat from his body radiated onto mine, and with each breath of air from his nostrils, a new shiver ran down my spine.
I discreetly backed away, but no matter how hard I tried to escape from him, he just kept coming closer.
… until my back hit a solid wall.
Smirking dazzlingly, he pressed both his hands beside my head and leaned down to my level… then, he continued. “You will want me, Clara. I will make you beg me to touch you. You cannot resist me.”