The Secret Behind His Fists

Chapter 3- Strange Places Part 1

Seline's POV-

Slowly my eyes flutter open and I taken in the darkness of the room. The bed is soft and the sheets are this soft satin. I know this is not my bed, so where the hell am I. I sit up with a jolt looking frantically around the room. I see Hanna and Celeste sitting in the corner worry etched on their faces, but what confuses me the most is the fact that Paxton, the guy I have admired from afar is sitting on the bed next to me his face showing even more worry than my best friends. "Whats going on, where am I and what the hell happened?" I ask. Hanna goes to speak but before she can get a word out Paxton takes my hand. "Well it seems some guy thought it was ok to cold clock you in the back of the head after I punched Memphis in the face." Paxton answers. I look around at everyone who is standing in the room and I feel a little self concious and pull the blankets up around me.

Noticing my discomfort everyone seems to leave the room, including Hanna and Celeste leaving me alone with Paxton who is sitting there staring intenetly at me. "I was so worried about you" he says in a quick breath. "Why were you worried about me?" I ask him. He takes a hold of my hand once more and looks into my eyes with emotions I cannot decifer as I do not know this God of a man. "Well Seline" he says, the sound of my name coming out of his mouth stirs something inside me. "Ever since I saw you in my club You have been on my mind A LOT" he confesses. "Wait did you just say Your club?" "Yes gorgeous my club" he says looking into my eyes. Holy Hell this Adonis of a man just called me gorgeous. A slight blush creeps across my cheeks and he chuckles as I look him in the eye. "I am far from gorgeous" I tell him.

I see a slight bit of anger fill him and he registers my words. "Oh but my dear Seline, you are gorgeous to me." he admits. I feel a slight tug on my heart as he confesses this to me and I cannot help but shuffle slightly closer to him. "How can you say I am gorgeous, I mean look at you. You could have any blonde bombshell you want, there is absoutely nothing special about me, I tell him. "But you are special, ever since I saw you in my club I knew you were, I have not been able to stopp thinking about you. You fill my every waking and unwaking thoughts. My dreams are filled with your enrapturing sea foam green eyes, your curvy lucious body, the thought of being able to hold you and kiss you and call you mine." he looks down afraid to see the possible rejection in my eyes. His confession scares me slightly but then I remember I have been the exact same way since I saw him in his club.

Leaning in, I place me finger under his chin forcing his eyes to meet mine. "Paxton-" I begin to say but he cuts me off. "Pax, call me Pax." he whispers to a point where I can barely hear it. "Pax, please look at me" I say tilting his head up once again forcing his eyes to remain locked on mine. "I- I have been feeling the same way ever since I saw you in, well your club." I admit. Almost afraid to continue I begin to speak again but am cut off by his lips crashing down on mine. His hands pull me closer to him gripping my hips but not to the point of pain. His tongue slides across my lips asking me for permission, I oblige parting my lips allowing his tongue to slide into my mouth and over my own tongue. Omg the way his tongue massages mine as I tangle my fingers into his hair, he lays me down on the bed, placing one arm on the side of my head holding his weight up so he doesn't crush me. His other hand is placed on my hip as he continues his assault on my mouth.

His free hand that isn't holding his weight up begin to explore my body, sliding under my shirt my hand quickly grabs his stopping him from going any further. He stops kissing me, leaving my mouth tingling from the way he sucked on my lips and tongue. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go that far, it's just I can't seem to help myself with you." he says a bit breathless. "I know Pax, it's just there are some things I am not ready to share with you, I'm sorry please dont hate me" I beg quickly the tears already threantening to spill over. "Oh il mio amore, I could never hate you." He says I think it's Italian but I cannot be sure.

Trying not to stammer over my words I look in to his eyes, thinking carefully how I want to say this. "Pax, there are things from my past, things that have truly hurt me and almost ruined me, however I don't think I am ready to share them. Please understand I want to tell you, I am just not ready to." Taking a deep breath I sit here now awaiting his rejection of me. However, what comes out of his mouth next leave me stunned. "Mio Angelo, I understand trust me I do, there are things about me I wish to tell you as well and like you, I am afraid that once you know these things, you will leave me. There are dark things in my past, present and future, I dont wish to taint you, you mean to much to me, and I promise one day I will tell you, but right now I cannot." I turn my gaze as I whisper so low I hope he cannot hear what I say "I am already tainted."