A hot mess

Chapter 13

Aria

"Now what? Are you also going to torment me in my house?" I blurted out, feeling pressured by the intruder in my space.

"Relax, honey. I won't touch you yet, not in daylight," he muttered with a sly smirk on his face.

"Don't call me Honey. I am not sweet for you and will never be. Please get out of my room." I added please to make my words sound less rude to get him to leave me alone.

However, he just ignored me and started looking around my room.

"Did you grow up here?" he asked, checking my box of record CDs.

"Obviously," I replied, folding my arms over my chest. "Why are you guys here, anyway? or did you follow me here..."

"Breathe, baby girl. I won't have shown myself to you if I was stalking you. I like visiting my preys at night when they have nowhere to run to or scream out for help," he said, closing the space between us without me realizing. "Breathe, Aria." He muttered and I let out a heavy sigh I didn't know I was holding in.

His presence crept me out and also at the same time thrilled me. I couldn't understand the kind of excitement I felt whenever he was around me. Not once, not twice.

He leaned his face closer to mine and I gaze down at his lips tempted to kiss him.

God, what have I turned myself into.

Just when I was about to bring my face closer to his, a smirk pulled up on his lips and he moved away from me, making a fool of me.

I felt so stupid to think that he would kiss me just because he shared the same air with me. I should be appalled of him.

But no matter how many times I think of it, I can't deny the fact that I am damn attracted to him in a way that I have never been for anyone else.

"Don't sulk, I will kiss you when the right time comes." he moved closer to me and whispered some words to my ear. "But for now, I have to look out for my dear cousin."

With that, he went out of my room and I flopped on my bed panting from being aroused.

I feel so stupid whenever he makes me feel this way. He is my nemesis, my enemy. Yet, I fall in love with the things he does to me.

A f*****g irony that shouldn't exist. But can I really get this under control?

Shouldn't I be the one running? He promised to ruin my life Yet I am still the one yearning to be messed up by him.

What the f**k is wrong with me?

As I drowned in my thoughts, I slowly dozed off, shutting my brain down for a while.

My nap was quite long and the next time I woke up, the sky was already dark.

I went into my bathroom, took a quick shower and went down to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Everyone had retired to their rooms. I am pretty sure my unwanted guests are sharing a room together since we only have four bedrooms. The other two were occupied by my Mom and I, leaving the other two empty.

Just as I assumed, my Mom left my dinner on the kitchen counter. I microwaved it and carried it up to my room.

The whole time I was busy, I felt like someone was watching me and I swore not to look around or even act like I was aware of their presence.

A heart attack was the last thing I wanted to experience right now, never in my life time.

Once I was up in my room, I felt a bit safe. I crossed over to the other side of my room, opened the window and got out on the roof.

This was one of the reasons why I loved this house. It gave me the ability to stargaze the sky all night without anyone interrupting my space.

I sat down and prepared to eat my food but something ominous got my eyes and f**k, it stared back at me.

A f*****g huge wolf was on top of my roof!

I tried to run back inside but I missed my foot and slid down to the edge of the roof.

My heart began to race as I held on to the edge panicking for my dear life.

"Mom!" I screamed for her, scared of falling off and hitting the ground.

I struggled to lift myself up when I realized that no one was coming to rescue me. The time was already late and everyone was already asleep.

The ground was five feet far from me and I would certainly die if I let go of my hand.

I began to cry out of frustration because I didn't want to die, not yet.

After three minutes, just when I thought all hope was lost, someone stuck out head and smiled at me.

I felt relieved but at the same time disturbed because my savior was no other than Evander Bianchi.

"Seems like you are in a bit of a situation."

"What does it look like to you?" I yelled at him with my teary voice.

"Ah, I guess you don't need my help."

"Wait, I do need your help. Don't go," I said, in the midst of fear and death.

"Beg me." he muttered, with an evil grimace on his face.

Is he being serious right now? I should have known that a person like him would be unbothered if I fell from a cliff and have my brain splattered against a rock.

I am certain he would take a picture of it for keepsake.

"Your time is ticking, sweetheart. It is about time you swallow your pride and extend your hand to me," he said with delight sparkling in his eyes.

My life flashed through my eyes when the edge I was holding pulled out a little, due to my weight.

At this point, I had to do whatever it takes to survive even if it means begging the devil above me.

"Please, help me."

"What?"

"I said, please help me." I gritted in between my teeth.

"Sorry, but that's not how to beg. You have to be more genuine about it." he continued to taunt me and I had no choice to do as he said because my life depended on him at this point.

"Please, help me, Evans," I cooed with the best voice I could come up with.

"And what does Daddy get in return?" He grimaced. Are you f*****g kidding me?