Chapter 10
1019 Words
Nova's POV
I pounded the sturdy wooden door with my fists until they began bleeding and the blood marked the dark wood. “You giant jerk-off! Get your ass over here and let me out!”
The effort had left me gasping, my lungs burning from screaming so much. I drew breath and looked around the room at the shards of the broken vase. The pieces glittered in the soft light cast by the expensive lamp.
I kicked a shard across the floor until it flew beneath the bed and came to rest there. But even banging my fists wouldn’t bring Jax back to his senses. My knees buckled and I fell into a sitting position, my back resting against the door.
Every muscle screamed from the strain. I massaged my bloody knuckles and looked around the bedroom in an attempt to pass some time. Massive bed covered in black sheets. Expensive-looking furniture worth more than any motel room I’d slept in for the past two years. Enormous window with curtains. I began counting the seams on the closest pillowcase. One. Two. Three…
The door opened, revealing the face of a maid holding a tray full of cleaning materials. Her head was bent low, and she continued walking forward without a single glance in my direction as she knelt to pick up the broken vase.
I remained still on the floor, looking at the door. She got on her knees, moving swiftly yet cautiously to pick up the bigger pieces of the vase. My heart raced inside my chest. The moment she turned her back to get the dustpan, I stood up and bolted for the door.
My feet made a loud noise as I sprinted outside, relishing in the feeling of freedom that was coursing through my veins. I ran half the way down the hallway before crashing into an immovable object.
“Oophf!” I fell backwards, the air leaving my lungs. My body recoiled sharply, but strong arms caught me before my head touched the floor.
My eyes opened and I raised my head. His dark eyes held mine. Little specks of gold still lingered in them from before.
I froze, unable to look away, as he loomed over me.
For a moment, everything seemed to fall away and all that existed was the man standing over me, his presence so close and overwhelming.
Cold reality came crashing back down upon me. I rammed both my hands into his chest, “f**k off!”
His stance didn’t move, solid as a brick wall. I tried again, pushing myself into him as hard as I could but all he did was straighten and hoist me to my feet easily.
This wasn't good.
His expression remained stern.
A rushed footstep came running towards us. The maid burst in, her voice high-pitched with fear. “Miss, please, the master—”
She froze at the sight of me in Jax’s embrace. She quickly blanched and fell into a quick bow. "I'm sorry, Master. I wasn’t careful, and she escaped."
Jax didn’t say anything. He just held up one hand and flipped his fingers once. The maid disappeared without delay.
But before I could get away from him, he bent down and lifted me in a classic bridal style. With one arm under my knees and another under my waist. I struggled, but he was too strong for me.
“What the hell? Put me down. I've got legs. I can work,” I tried to push him with all my strength.
He didn’t listen to me but carried me into the room, slamming the door shut with a kick of his leg.
He set me down on the floor next to the bed, looking at me intently while breathing deeply. My pulse still ran high. His gaze moved to my right hand, and he caught it before I could hide it..
I jerked back. “Don’t touch me.”
“Stay still.” I didn't. “Nova.”
His deep Alpha voice caught me in trance.
Jax stepped back into an intimidating stance.
I turned, running towards the door, and pushed hard.
His low chuckle hit me. What the f**k was this? He opened it easily and I couldn't. Even the maid…
“Your tricks won't work on me, Jax.”
His left eyebrow went up, teasing. He walked across the room and pulled out a small box from one of the drawers. “How much longer are you going to do this?”
"Until I drop dead," I snarled, still struggling with the door.
He stopped, his gaze darkening slightly. "Well, you can think about planning that when I finish cleaning your wound."
I chuckled, the sound harsh. "Hell no."
“I'm sure you want a complete hand.” He came forward with the first aid kit opened. I darted to the left, and him to the right.
It turned into an idiotic dance around the bed as we tried to get past each other, yet every attempt was thwarted by him blocking my path without making an effort, as if this was a tedious yet amusing assignment for him.
"Stop running," he said, his tone soft.
"Not if you stop chasing," I hissed, making for the window instead.
He grabbed my arm on our next pass. I struggled free, and he held me back. We both went tumbling onto the bed. I found myself sprawled on my back, Jax lying atop me. His soft lips brushed the edge of mine. He moved up, his eyes registering the shock.
My heart skipped a beat. s**t.
Jax rolled off me quickly. His lips quivering as he spoke. "Sorry."
The word lingered between us.
I blinked up at him, stunned. Did he just run from me? That was new. I didn't expect manners from someone like him. His ears turned a shade of red.
Is he…shy?
His nose held the same color, spreading to his cheeks.
Pretty boy, has a weakness. A wicked idea flew to my mind. Maybe, I could use him after all. But first…
“Ouch!”
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