He gently drops me on the ground, goes to fetch the door for me, ushers me inside, the door shut, and jumps into the driver's seat. Without uttering a single word more, he starts the car, and as he beastly pulls out of the parking lot, I almost let a loud scream. I'm afraid to ask anything because I doubt he will even answer. As accelerates out onto the main road, I just grasp onto my safety belt tightly and murmur a short prayer that he doesn't cause an accident. I would rather return and beg my disgusting ghost fiance to wed me than die at such a young age and the hands of a stranger.
"Come on. We are here." I am woken up by his voice.
I gradually open my eyes and notice that we have safely returned to his beautiful . I am grateful that we did not hit a car or a tree on the way. Is he some sort racer? His driving is just savage! I don't understand how such driving leaves no damage on his cars. I should just get well quickly from these craps so that I drive us for the remainder of the trip.
How much time again? 3-day period! I have three days before I depart from his house.
A few blocks away from here, mine is waiting for me. There are no more outstanding except...
"Don't tell me you want to spend the rest of the day here." I almost freeze in my seat he speaks from behind my ear.
"What are you doing?" I inquire, struggling to discard his pheromones' thrills from my . Jeez! Why does he always have to be so ticklish?
Instead of replying, he grabs my hand, unbuckles my seatbelt, and leads me out of the . As soon as I am out, he quickly scoops me back into his arms, and my hands begin to circle his neck, as is customary.
"You should have said you liked being in my arms this much instead of just staying in car,” he murmurs a few strides to the door.
"Who said I did?" I fired back.
"You!" Huh? Did I ask for his help? Did I ask him to carry me? "The way you are up to me says it all. I am not grumbling, though. Just don't choke me with arms. Your hold is kind of tight."
Darn!
I had no idea how they had gotten so tight around him, nor did I realize that I was leaning my head against his shoulder. What the heck!
I lift my head away from him as I let go of his neck. He chuckles a little.
"Put me down. Now." I yell.
"How convenient. You are asking me, Just when we are at the door?"
"I didn't ask you to carry me in the first place, did I?" I fire at him as he opens the after putting me down, turning to me after he is done, leaving the door wide .
"No. I was just being a gentleman, helping a lady who was in need. Or weren't you?"
He retorts, his eyes throwing firing glances at me.
"Whose brilliant fucking idea was this to start with, huh? Wasn't yours?" I snap again.
He nods but speaks in defiance, "And again, I was just trying to help. Since when did become a crime? And you had the option to decline. It's not like I forced you, I?" He defends.
The nerve! "No. But you..." He challenged the gibberish I was about to spew by an eyebrow. What then? He didn't forcefully drag my arse there. He didn't hold gun to my head or anything. I volunteered to go there. I willingly consented to his , and I detest the repercussions of this absurdity. I push past him and walk , but he grabs my hand. I make a furious U-turn and bark before he roars. "Get fuck out of my face, Damian! Go and teach those tiny models who are used to it, leave me alone. I am okay the way I am."
Whoa! The fury, huh? I didn't know it was this deep.
"Where is all this fury coming from, Ellie? You said you would quit if you didn't like , and I conceded. I wouldn't force you to like something you don't want. You don't to get mad just to say you quit, unless..."
"Unless what?" I cut him off.
He closes the tiny gap between us and locks his dangerously cold gaze on mine, for something in my eyes. Funny how he emits fire instead of ice, given his demeanour. He should go by the name of Ice and Fire. As the hot air surrounding rises beyond what my nostrils can handle, I find it harder and harder to breathe.
"Unless what?" While straining to breathe heavily in and out, I repeat.
"Unless there is something else."
Unless there is something!
I mimic him in my head.
What, though, could it possibly be?
His searing gaze makes me feel even more aroused. As I begin to tremble in his hold,
I swallow hard and dry! He is aware I am trembling, and he is liking it. He feels it. He weakening my bones, and he can sense that.
"Is there?"
I lost what little energy I had left as his gruff, sharp words reverberated in the piercing between us. I am left dangling in his arms, uncertain of how to respond to question. I am not even sure how long I have been this tightly encompassed by in this manner, or precisely when the heat I had been feeling earlier turned into a fire. I am on fire!
I close my eyes to comprehend what is happening as he leans his beguile face to mine and suggestively, until our delicate flesh brushes against each other, our lips on each other.
What is it?