Mary Davies
“No…. please!” I begged in an anguished tone. I already know his intentions, my heart leaped as he shut the door to my room close with a click. I looked around my room, trying to look for the best place to run to, but there was no hiding place for me.
“Hawk, don’t come closer to me,” I whispered, moving back slowly. He suddenly reached out for me with his hands stretched. I walked away very fast, trying to get away from him. I heard a muffled cuss from him as he caught me by the arm. I was no match for his strong hands. I felt his hands cup the roundness of my breast as he held me against his body.
He swung me into his hands and dropped me on my bed roughly. Before I had the chance to get up, he has discarded his robe and he was naked beneath it. He trapped me under his body, pulling off my nightwear. Tears welled in my eyes as I tried to fight him.
“No!” I cried out.
“I know you want this, you can deny it. But your body shows it wants this as much as I also want it. Do you think you can tease me and get away with it.” He whispered as his lips travelled to the middle of my breasts, he claimed one sensitive bud and I lost it.
I wanted to tell him I wasn’t trying to tease him, but the words won’t form in my mouth. He pulled me roughly against him and our body fitted together. The bittersweet taste of passion filled me up and I got drunk in it. Suddenly I felt something cold on my face. I jolted awake immediately, looking around to find Justin with an empty bottle of water. I sighed in relief. I didn’t even know when I fell asleep, I was trying to stay awake tonight, just because I felt he was going to come to my room.
It was just a dream, but the dream felt so real. Why do I have feeling he was here in this room.
“How did you get in? I locked the door from inside?” I asked Justin.
“I met it opened, but were you planning on waking the whole house up with your moans. Why do you keep having wet dreams?” He asked.
“You are so loud, I wonder how loud you will be when you are being fu*ked for real.” He muttered.
“What are you even doing in my room? And shouldn’t you be in bed, it is late already.” I replied, yawning.
“I need your help with something,” he said.
“With what?”
“I need to get a girl’s attention,” he replied.
“What!” I exclaimed loudly, I was kind of confused.
“You heard me right.”
“Okay,” I whispered, trying not to make my thoughts wander.
“But which girl are you interested in?” He moved closer and whispered in my ears.
“I haven’t even spoken to her before,” I whispered, but he didn’t make a response. He stuck out his tongue and left my room before I could say anything else.
I got up from my bed and headed straight to the kitchen after slamming the door to my room shut, not caring if it was going to wake the whole house up. My sleep was disturbed, it won’t be bad if their sleep gets disturbed too.
I was halfway to the kitchen when I saw the light was on. I tiptoe to the kitchen, trying to see who was there. I saw him leaning against the tall fridge in the kitchen, he was shirtless and the pair of joggers he was wearing hung low on his waist, revealing the V leading to his groin.
He was drinking water straight from a bottle. I saw the ripples in his throat as he gulped down the water from the bottle.
His eyes travel down my body when he was done, he tilts his dead as he stared at me. My eyes scanned his naked chest. I could see the tattoos clearly now. His six packs and muscular arms were perfect for his torso.
The tattoos were splattered on his chest, the one that has the M symbol with a crown on it, has some words written on it. He turned around to drop the bottle, and that made me see the tattoo on his back. It was a tattoo of a large bird flying away from an arrow directed to it. He turned back to face me as he leaned back on the fridge, then I looked up to his face. I looked away but something caught my eyes. I saw those words clearly. Broken. I have a feeling every word and shapes that was tattooed on his skin has a deeper meaning attached to it. But two of those tattoos got me thinking. The M symbol with the crown on it and the word ‘broken’.
“Are you done eye fucking me?” He asked, I narrowed my eyes and blinked rapidly. I was expecting him to make a move towards me, just the way Hawk Andrews would have done but he only stared at me.
“I don’t know why you already hate me, I have only known you for almost twenty hours. Yet you keep looking at me like I am going to hurt you or even kill you while everyone is asleep.” He added.
He pushes off the fridge he was leaning on and walked towards me.
“Look, it is okay if you don’t want to tutor me. I won’t kill you for that, so please stop being jumpy anytime you see me. I have noticed the horror on your face anytime you see me.”
“Maybe we should start all over again, I am Edward Jones. And you are?” He asked, stretching his hands to me.
“Mary Davies,” I replied, immediately shutting my eyes. I was waiting for the next thing. I was waiting for him to laugh and call me a fool for believing what he just said. I know Hawk Andrews can never be polite to me, is this a game to him. This is definitely a game to Hawk. I have always been a game to him.
“Are you okay?” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I just stared at him without replying.
“What is wrong with you? Are you okay?” He asked again.
“Yes,” I replied, sinking my teeth into my lips. To be honest I was still waiting for him to laugh or say a hurtful word to me, but he was looking so concerned.
“Your face looks pale, one would think you just saw a ghost. Relax, Mary Davies.” He said soothingly.
I rubbed my temples, I was finding it hard to believe this was actually Hawk Andrews. Maybe I was actually dreaming, I pinched myself hard to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. I kept calm, waiting patiently to wake up from the dream.
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