Chapter 3: Not letting go
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What the heck is this guy talking about?
"Look.." I began as I pointed my index finger at his delicious chest. Jesus Christ this guy is making me think dangerous things
"I understand that you must have some unfinished business with my mother, seeing how she sold me out to you last night, However, I don't remember having anything to do with you. Goodness, I just met you last night and YOU ARE NOT FINISHING ANYTHING WITH ME!" I screamed, feeling proud of my confidence.
Wow, where did I get that?
Unfortunately, this guy doesn't even look surprised by my sudden outburst.
His face just remained calm and passive...
is this guy's face broken or what?
"If you don't have anything to say, I'm leaving," I spoke with finality. I began tracing my steps towards the door when a hand grabbed my arm and threw me at the bed. My eyes grew wide when he started taking off his shirt and started crawling quickly towards me.
Oh, my sweet panties!
"what are you doing?" I managed to speak as I began backing myself at the other end of the queen-sized bed. He still isn't stopping, and soon he is already pinning me, with both my arms above my head and his hot face just inches above mine.
"I told you, I'm not letting you go while I'm still not done with you" he whispered sexily in my ears. My breath caught up in my throat when he went for my neck and kissed my sensitive spot.
Goodness, he sure is good at finding my weakness.
"a-and I told you I don't plan of becoming your s*x slave" I mentally cursed when I heard myself stutter. Where is that confidence that I had less than five minutes ago??
I was about to kick him where the sun doesn't shine when he dropped himself on top of me. He placed his face at the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply, while his arms are now on my waist, wrapping himself around me. Now what?
I noticed that his usually tensed shoulders are now relaxing so I decided to put my arms around him as well. I felt his arms tightening around me and he inhaled again deeply, almost as if he is taking in my scent...
"uh, Dylan?" I started since I really am not following what this guy is thinking.
"quiet, let's.... stay like this for a while" he whispered against my skin. I was quiet for a second there. He sure is weird, or maybe I am the one who's being weird. This person kidnapped me, yet here I am, letting him snuggle on top of me like a child.
"This is nice.." I whispered. Damn this person is heavy.
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We stayed in that position for almost 10 minutes, and soon enough I started feeling the "feeling". I seriously need to go to the bathroom or else my bladder will burst. Unfortunately, while using me as his personal bed, he fell asleep in broad daylight, on top of me. It's actually pretty surprising how quickly he dozed off like that though.
Then an idea hit me.
I can now escape from him when he's sleeping so soundly like that!
Slowly like a cat's paw, I began removing his locked arms from my waist and carefully lifted his head from my neck, and placed it on the pillow right above me. Crawling away from his body inch by inch, I am nearing the end of the bed when his legs locked with mine and his huge arms found themselves again on my waist, this time he from behind me.
I swear I forgot how to breathe for a second.
"did you just think of escaping??" His husky voice almost made my insides turn.
"dude, I've been thinking about that since last night, and It's still what I am thinking now" I snapped.
"Just get some sleep will you?" He said in a soft voice. That caught me off guard. This monster actually has a soft squishy side.
"It's broad daylight Dylan, and aren't you cooking something?" that caught him off guard.
"well shit."
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