“Princess?” Kasan rounded the corner and waltzed over the moment he spotted me by the kitchen counter, burying his large hands into my hips as he smiled cheekily. He’s been smiling at me and sending me sweet glances all evening ever since our ‘talk’. A moment ago, I came down to the kitchen for a little ten minute breather but even that I couldn’t get. It has merely been two minutes and he’s already on my tail.
Atleast let me get my shit together! I mean, I just said the most stupidest of things in my whole entire life! Let’s date? LET’S DATE?!
What the hell got over me?!
I scowled, grabbing the clear glass from the counter then bringing it to my lips, gulping down half of the homemade lemonade.
As much as I’m glad I got a few things off my chest, I must say that I regret telling him anything regarding my feelings. Why the hell did I let such stupid words leave my lips? He’s become so annoyingly clingy!… worse than before. It’s not like I told him I LOVED him. I just said I might –MIGHT– like him. There’s a huge difference, but Kasan didn’t seem to get that.
“Why are you being so damn touchy all of a sudden?” I placed the glass back on the table and with a bored expression, I watched as he parted one hand from my hip and swooped it into his grasp, draining the remaining of its contents down his throat.
“Nice.” He licked his lips.
“Why are you so hyper and touchy?” I repeated, pressing my palms against the counter when he pushed his body closer to mine. I almost mewled at the warmth that radiated off him.
“You’re asking me why? Isn’t it obviously that I’m feeling superb?”
“You’re annoying me, you know that right?”
Don’t get me wrong, I have absolutely no problem with him. I just… how should I put this… I just feel as if he’s trying to rub it all in my face… the fact that I’ve gotten fond of him, I mean.
And there’s nothing I hate more than mockery.
“I do.” He answered. “You make it so obvious when you’re annoyed.” He grinned, amused eyes raking over my face. “But I like it. Everything about you is sexy… and adorable.” His grin sharpened as he swiftly dropped his hands down to my ass, gripping the flesh between his slender fingers.
Now that he was no longer holding me by the waist, I took the chance to smack his hands off me and promptly slip out of his reach, marching straight out of the kitchen. I heard a sigh followed by steps coming up behind me but I didn’t bother turning to look back at him and instead fastened my steps.
“Clara?” He called after me. The mere sound of his voice made my ears twitch in annoyance.
With a scrunched up face, I made a beeline for my room. My left foot was seconds away from landing on the bottom stair when I felt fingers tug my shirt, pulling me backwards. I landed clumsily against a familiar broad, muscular chest, my back pressed flush to his front.
How the hell did he move so fast?!
I reluctantly lifted my head to look up at a grinning Kasan standing behind me. Scowling, I crossed my arms over my chest meanwhile his own snaked around my waist once again.
“Sorry.” He mumbled close to my ear, gently resting his chin atop my shoulder. I could hear the playfulness in his tone, but despite that, I found myself relaxing against him without even realizing it as the warmth of his body met my own.
“The boys are coming over later and will be here more often these days. They think our little alone time has stretched a bit too far.” He informed me, blatantly irritated by his own words. “Perhaps, we should have some fun before then. What do you say we go on a date? Me and you?”
“Dates? Haven’t I ever told you that I don’t do dates?”
Though I said that, my cheeks didn’t fail to heat up. And my chest certainly didn’t fail to jump in excitement either.
Budump… Budump… Budump… it went on and on, blasting in my ears like some annoying song that I didn’t even want to listen to.
This is exactly what I don’t like… this strangeness. I’ve never blushed when a guy asked me out. And neither have I went crazy whenever they touched me. So why?… why must I be like this when I’m with him?
I must really….
….. like him.
From the moment I saw him, I was intrigued by his fierce, fearless eyes and mysterious aura. And his whole demeanor screamed of everything I wanted. He lacked nothing…. nothing at all.
This is all so messed up. I feel as if I betrayed myself!
“You don’t do dates? Your face says otherwise though.” Kasan pointed out, pulling me from my thoughts as he spun me around to face him. “Just so you know, I don’t like endorsing in humanly things such as dates, however, I’m doing this for you. This is where you should be impressed.” He grinned.
“Well, I’m most definitely not.” I muttered flatly, looking up into his dark obsidian eyes that still seemed to pull me in deeper and deeper the longer I stared. “And stop with that bewitching look. I feel like gauging your eyes out.”
“Then how would I get to see your pretty face when I’m pleasuring you?”
As soon as those words met my ears, he dived in and stole a chaste kiss from my lips then pulled back, chuckling lowly as I gave him a half-assed slap on the arm.
“Don’t just kiss me out of the blue!”
“You said you want to date, did you not?” Before I could even blink, he leaned down and pecked my lips just as swiftly as the first, “I can do whatever I want. You no longer have a say.”
I flushed in embarrassment. “Have I ever had a say? You’ve always done whatever you wanted. And when did I tell you that we’re dating?”
“Then what did you say?” He cocked his head, amused.
“I just…” I shifted on my feet as I fought for words. “I… I just said stuff.”
Tightening his hands on my waist, he effortlessly lifted me off the floor and settled me down on the stairs. “We are dating and that’s final. Go get ready before I change my mind.”
He didn’t leave any room for arguments. And I wasn’t interested in arguing either. I want to go… and I would. But not making a fuss over it wasn’t exactly my style.
I sat in front the mirror, my blue eyes transfixed on my rather sloppy-looking reflection. I was wearing a simple red dress, one of those that Kasan had bought me. It was plain and neat, without any signs of patterns or other adornments. This was how I liked to dress, but for some reason, today I wasn’t pleased with it.
I stared and stared for a total of fifteen minutes, but still couldn’t pinpoint what the hell was wrong with me. Maybe my black heels didn’t go well with the red? Or perhaps my hair would look better in a bun rather than let down? Or maybe I should change this whole outfit completely?
Ugh!!!! This is why dates are stupid!
I’ve always thought I looked great in whatever I wore –even if it’s rags– but this date thing was getting me too hyped.
Random shit has been crawling around in my head like maggots! And as such, I’ve changed a total of eight outfits. This red dress is the ninth and pretty soon, I’d probably rip it off me too.
At this rate, I’ll be here until the sun sets!
Flopping down on the bed, I slapped my cheeks with both palms, my bulged eyes boring holes into the ceiling. Why should I even getting worked up over my dress? Kasan’s not one to care about such things… in fact he doesn’t care about anything. No matter what I have on, he’ll still say the same lame thing…. ‘you look sexy’.
So then, why am I still here?
A knock on the door caused me to jolt upwards in the bed. I swirled my gaze towards the door, a frown on my lips.
Kasan can’t seriously be ready! It’s only been around an hour!… Or maybe two.
“What is it? I’m not done.”
No answer.
Raising a brow, I hopped off the bed and walked over to the door, twisting the knob and pulling it open. The face that greeted me was definitely not Kasan’s. But pretty close to it.
… Kenley…. an angry looking Kenley to be precise.
My frown instantly deepened, cold gaze glaring up at his giant figure. “What do you want?” I cocked my hip and folded my hands over my chest.
If he’s here to pick a fight, I certainly won–
“He’s waiting for you in the car. Get out in the next two minutes or whatever you both have going on is cancelled…. His words not mine.” He took a good look at me from head to toe and the anger printed on his face seemed to multiply ten folds, then to my utter surprise, he turned on his heels and walked back from whence he came without another word.
My jaws slackened. What the actual fuck???
“I’m not ready yet.” I stuck my head out the door, glaring daggers into his retreating figure. “Tell him to wait!”
But the dickhead didn’t even look back at me nor stop to acknowledge the fact that I had spoken.
This twerp! I’m pretty sure Kasan didn’t say anything like that. Who the fuck does he think he is?
I should wipe the floor with his face, but I’ll be nice and leave the uncivilized business til after my date.
Taking once last glance at myself, I hurried out the door and down the stairs, frowning when I spotted the trillions of guys lounging like flies in the living room.
When did all these pests even get here?
I only spared a glance at Nate. “You boys sick me.” I remarked. “I get that you’re all a mafia group, but come on, don’t you have a home?”
Nate grinned. “Sorry to disappoint, Donna!”
“Don’t call me that.” I waved him off and continued to bustle through the guys in the room. I felt alot of gazes on me, one of which had such intensity that it made a cold, disturbing air pass over me. I shivered.
I was pretty sure that that glare belonged to Kenley… so sure that I didn’t bother to check…
But I should’ve known that Kenley’s glares weren’t that intense. They DID NOT give me chills. And they certainly DID NOT make me feel uneasy. This one, however….
….. was deadly.