Chapter 9
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He yielded to my words. Placing one hand around my back and the other under my knees, he lifted me up.
My hands go around his neck for support and I began to feel a bit uneasy because of how short the dress I was wearing had become and had my thighs exposed.
His hands on my skin felt like ice, sending shivers through me and only increasing my sense of uneasiness. I had an urge to melt into his touch and another to resist, which left me feeling even more conflicted. Still, I knew I had to remain focused on my plan.
"You'll come with me after the meeting to watch after her. I know she'll freak out when she wakes up at my house tomorrow morning." He told Iris before walking away.
"I want another bottle of drink." I drawled again, stretching my arms out to one on a table, but he stopped me.
"I need one." I pouted.
"What you need is to become sober." He replied and I ran my fingers over the dark stubble on his cheeks.
"I'm okay, really. Besides, don't you like me like this."
"I do, but I like you even more when you're sober."
I giggled again and he placed me on the front seat of the car besides the driver's.
"Just because I said I want to be with you doesn't mean I love you. Hope you know that, right?" I asked when he entered the drivers seat. I made sure the tone of my voice still sounded every bit drunk.
"What does it mean then?" He asked and when I noticed him leaning towards me, I screamed and shut my eyes close.
"What?"
"I thought you wanted to kiss me." I answered and when I opened my eyes, I saw that he was only trying to wear me the seatbelt.
"You want me to?"
I shook my head as much as I could, rapidly and he smiled.
I decided to feign sleep all through the drive and when we reached his house, he carried me once again in his arms and up to a room.
It was a bit strange how safe I felt around him. I was sure that even if I was really drunk, he wouldn't take advantage of me.
I laid down on the bed and tried to feign sleep again until he'd leave, but I felt something warm drop on my body. I open my eyes and saw a mattress. He was covering my body with it.
"Are you hungry?" He asked as he squatted in front of me.
"Nope. Do you have alcohol?"
"I don't. I'll be out for about two hours and then I'll be back with Iris."
"Why?" I asked, my fingers going up to his collar again and playing with it.
"I have a meeting. I won't take long."
"That's sad. Well, I just want to...." I don't complete my sentence before I yawned.
I heard the sound of the room's door closing and after some minutes, I got up, walking over to the window to spy if the black car he used to bring me was still in sight. It was his personal favorite. I could tell that by how much he drove it regularly.
I didn't see the car and I took it as the sign that he had left. Still, I made sure to be careful as I found my way to all the rooms just in case I turned out wrong.
It wasn't hard to know his room because of his picture that hung on the wall and the aesthetics which boldly identified with him.
I got to searching for my laptop and drive at once. Both in his closet and lockers. When I opened the locker which was situated by his bed, I finally found what I was looking for.
"I must say that I'm impressed."
I was shocked to my bones when I heard Ivan's voice. I turned around at once and saw him leaning by the door.
"I.. I thought you left." I said, unable to believe he was there and afraid of the trouble I might have gotten into.
"I thought you were drunk." He replied and started walking towards me.
I couldn't give up at that point or feel intimidated by him and so I brought out the pocket knife which I had tied to the upper part of my left thigh before. I pointed it straight at him to warn him off, but he still kept coming at me.
"Stay back, else I'll hurt you."
"You really think a knife will hurt me?"
He was right. A knife, especially the type as small as I had could do no damage to him. Hell! I wasn't even sure if I could bring myself to hurt him. I was only bluffing and trying to act serious to keep him off.
"You're right. I can't harm you. But I can harm myself."
I felt desperate. I needed my flash drive back and I didn't want him to stop me from getting it.
"Put the knife down."
"No. Stay back."
When I saw that he was still coming at me, I brought the knife and slit my left palm. Blood drops to the floor at once and the pain was overwhelming.
"Lainey!" Ivan screamed my name. He had gotten to where I was and he took my injured palm in his to look at it.
"Are you crazy?"
Perhaps, and I blamed him for it.
"Sit and wait for me."
I sat down on his bed while he rushed out of the room. He was back within a minute with a box in his hand and he crouched down in front of me.
"You'll drive me insane one of these days. What were you thinking?"
"All these would have been avoided if you hadn't stolen from me in the first place." I muttered.
He tried to clean the cut I had made on my hand, but I withdrew from him.
"Stop acting like you care so much about me." I said, but he forces my hand back and held on to it.
"I'm not acting. I wish you're aware of how deeply you've gotten me hooked and in love with you."
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