Their Perfect Match

19

Leon

She is the most stubborn and infuriating woman I have ever encountered in my life. She drives me nuts to no possible end. She has locked herself in the main bedroom since Blake and Micheal left and refuses to come out.

There is no internet connection since we are in the middle of nowhere, so there is not really much to do to pass the time by myself. I have already sat on the damn couch for two movies and I am going stir crazy. There are shelves of board games in the living room which makes me think that Micheal isn’t always alone as he made us believe. Maybe he has a girlfriend that he gets cozy with in the cold winter months. I can’t blame the guy. It must be lonely as hell up here.

It’s been almost seven hours since she came out of her room, I go to the door and knock.

“Are you planning on coming out any time soon?” I call to her.

No answer. I shake my head.

Fine be that way.

I go to the living room and pull out the chess board and set it up and play a game by myself, against myself. It’s dull and boring. I used to play like this when I was a kid but haven’t done it in years. Blake used to make fun of me and occasionally flipped the board on me.

I check my watch and see it’s dinner time, and she still hasn’t come out. I find something in the fridge and make a simple dinner for us, placing our plates on the table.

I hear the bedroom door open and I hear her small footsteps against the hardwood floor. I knew she’d come out eventually. Food always wins. The bathroom door slams shut a moment later, the toilet flushes and the tap runs for a minute, the door opens, more footsteps. I sit down and wait for her but she doesn’t come into the kitchen to meet me. Instead, the bedroom door slams shut again. I slam my hands on the table and curse under my breath. Taking a deep calming breath I relax my shoulders and shake my head.

She doesn’t want to eat with me?

Fine, that’s just fine.

I’ll eat alone. I won’t bother making anything for her again. She can f*****g fend for herself. I eat my dinner and do my dishes, wrapping her plate and shoving it forcefully into the fridge. I head to the bathroom and slam the door, locking it. I have a long shower, using all the hot water, mostly out of spite. If she had any ideas about having a bath or shower tonight she would be out of luck.

I change into a pair of pajama pants and head to the couch, settling in for the night.

Unfortunately I don’t get much sleep, I can hear Morgan crying for a few hours before it’s silent. When I do finally get to sleep I’m woken up by her screaming, I run from the couch and nearly break down the bedroom door only to find her having a nightmare. I debate about waking her up but something in me tells me not to. I slip into the chair in the corner of the room and watch her.

The way she squirms and tosses while making inaudible noises of distress make my stomach turn. But at the same time, my d**k hardens, to my surprise. I don’t know why watching her in pain like this turns me on, is it the look on her face or the noises she is making?

Who knows.

All I know is I like it. Too much.

I watch the sweat on her brow slide down her face, I need to get out of this room.

“Blake.. Don’t go..” She whispers desperately

Something snaps inside me at the words. Hearing my brother’s name on her lips is infuriating to me. I walk over to the side of her bed, looking down at her sleeping agitated state.

Leaning down, I place one hand under her neck, lifting her head as I take her mouth against mine. Taking her into a deep kiss, I trail my tongue against her lower lip before plunging it inside her mouth. Tasting her sweetness, she moans against me. My fingers curl into her long silky hair as I deepen my kiss. I don’t want to pull away, but eventually I do.

“Don’t say that bastard’s name in front of me” I whisper as I lower her back onto the bed, I quietly exit her room, relocking and closing the door behind me as if I was never there.

I lay back down on the couch and think of all the ways I’m going to break her before I make her mine. I will ruin her for Blake, make her completely forget about him and fall in love with me. Destroy her mind, body and soul, make her worship at my altar and use her body at my will. When I’m done with her, she won’t even remember his name.

First I have to get her out of that damn bedroom.

I put my pillow over my head to cover my ears so I can drown out the sound of her crying in her sleep, her nightmares coming back. It’s a very long night, by the time morning comes I am so restless I jump up off the couch and head to the kitchen making a pot of coffee before guzzling it down.

I write a note for Morgan telling her I’m going hunting, if she ever comes out of her room. Grabbing the rifle from the front door where it is hanging up I pull on my boots and coat before heading out the door.

After tracking a deer for a few hours I finally take it down and load it onto the snowmobile before heading back to the cabin. After bleeding it and taking the meat and putting it into the freezer I take the carcass a few miles into the woods so any animals nearby don’t come by the cabin.

I have a quick shower to get the blood off me and get dressed.

Walking past her room I try the door, still locked. I look in the fridge and see the food still wrapped up, the note on the counter by the flipped over coffee cup is untouched. She hasn’t left her room all morning.

Enough is enough.

I storm through the cabin and use my foot to kick the door in. She looks at me with a terrified expression as she holds the blankets to herself.

“Get your ass out of this bed. Right now” I demand.

She doesn’t move. I stalk over to the bed and rip the blankets back. I grab her by the wrists and pull her towards me,

“Let me go!” She screams.

I toss her over my shoulder and carry her from the room as she kicks and screams, her fists hitting me on the back.

“I’m sick and tired of you pulling this s**t. You’re not the only one in this house. The least you can do is sit on the couch and be miserable with me” I toss her down onto the couch.

She glares up at me, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting.

I walk over to the fridge and pull her plate from last night out and stalk back over to her shoving it in her face.

“Eat.” I order.

She hesitantly reaches for the plate and removes the plastic wrap, taking a bite of the turkey sandwich. I stand there and watch her eat the entire thing before I take the plate from her, setting it down on the coffee table before I sit across from her.

“Well. What now? Or was this your entire plan?” She asks sarcastically.

I look around, seeing the board games, “Want to play monopoly?”