Chapter 6|| You giant imp
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**Alicia’s POV**
“Wait,” he grips my hand from beside and pull me towards him.
Yes! I want to seduce him. I want him to fall completely for me but getting too close right now, isn’t what I have thought of.
I haven’t thought that this should happen so quickly. I have to act like hard to get before he tries something on me.
“Why? What is it?” I quickly unleash my hand from his grip and move some steps back from him.
“You see, there’s a strand of cut clothes behind your neck. Let me help you with it,” he adds his steps towards me.
I want to go away from him but no.
This is what I came for. This is why I am here. How am I going to take a revenge on him if I am not going to be close to him?
I stop myself from resisting him and allow him to come closer to me. He lifts his hands up on my shoulders and does something behind my neck.
God! He is so close to me. We are just some inches apart and I can obviously feel that warmth of him. His scent spreads closer to my nose. My nose engulfs his Wildstone perfume’s strong smell.
Suddenly, he leans down to my neck. I don’t know what does he want to do but I completely act as I am not affected by his actions even a little but actually his nearness is getting weaker on my knees.
Gosh!
I could feel his warm and hot breaths on my skin and I am stopping myself from moaning out. If this doesn’t get stop in next some seconds I am surely going to give up myself on him.
“It’s fine. I think it will do now,” I say to him pushing him away from me.
He sneers as I push him away.
“Having trouble with my closeness,” he implores.
Yes! I am awfully having trouble from his closeness but how can I accept that fact to him. Remember! I have to act as hard to get type of girl.
“In your dreams. Don’t think me like other girls who have dated you,” I say and push him outside the room.
“I will be done in some minutes, wait for me,” I say and close the door.
As soon as I close the door, I breathe out slowly. I press my hands against my chest to measure the speed of my heart.
What the f**k is wrong with this heart?
How could it beat for someone so not worthy of it?
It’s insane and I am never going to hear anything of it. I am determined to neglect what my heart feels. It is just an infatuation and blindness. Thinking about that insolent guy is such an insult to my own heart.
I quickly do some touch up and apply some red lipstick on my lips as I had already done make up on my face before. I cannot let anyone to see me without this silly makeups.
I looked at the mirror. I am hating this picture of mine. I hated all of these stuffs, dolling ups and all but I have to it all for him. With that red lipstick I look like a complete seducer. I hate that but this is what I am supposed to do after all. I spray some hair sprays on my hair and make it fluffy and open the door.
He ogles at my body as I open the door.
He gazes at me from top to bottom but he doesn’t comments anything on me.
Damn it!
Just tell me you’re impressed so that all of my hardwork can be fruitful.
“Can we go now?” I say as he is busy ogling my body.
“Yes! Of course,” he throws his helmet to me and my reflex action instructs me to grab it as soon as it’s thrown to me.
He walks some steps and then turns back to me. I stop as I see him stopping his steps.
“Something wrong,” I ask.
“Do you have siblings?” he questions.
“What? I am an only daughter in my family,” I say and he makes his face like he regretted asking me.
“Leave it. We have to move on quick,” he says as he walks away from there. I follow him as quickly as I could but f**k with these heels.
He has parked his bike in front of the dorm. It is quite an amazing bike.
Ducati!
I always wanted to ride a bike. I wanted to do the adventurous stuffs like these but thanks to Zaiden for ruining my life and my dreams. My dreams had to take complete U-turn because of him.
My hands automatically goes to caress his bike.
“It’s cool,” I say and he looks at me with surprised expression. Maybe he had heard people calling him cool but not to his bike before.
“More than me,” he asks with his same devilish smile.
“You’re not even close to his coolness. Don’t try to compare yourself with him,” I say as I throw him his helmet and he catches it. He gives me another one and we get on together and ride to the beach house party.
He stops his so famous bike in front of the party that its sound drags the attention of all the people in the party. Just getting a lift from him is enough to be so famous in the whole college. I can’t tell how many girls are quite jealous of this scene but I won’t give them a single chance to be close to him.
Cause Zaiden Rodriguez is mine and only mine. Whatever I do to him, seduce him, hate him and revenge him, it should be only me. I have a negative obsession on this guy and I can’t let anyone to be closer to him.
I can see the eyes looking at us so eagerly. I get the bike and take off the helmet and throw it to him.
“It’s a party time,” I say and walk towards the bar.
“ One cocktail please,” I order as I sit on the rounding chair on the bar.
“Wow! Look at the clothes she is wearing. Seems as if it’s a new design. I am surely going to buy that design after this party,” I hear a girl commenting about the clothes modified by him.
I giggle at them because I knew that they were just fooled by this appearance.
It is just a cloth scissored by some jealous girl and modified by some lecherous guy.
“So, you came,” I hear the same voice.
Bitch! Even her voice is ugly just like that of bloated toad.
“You expected I won’t be coming,” I say as I turn to her with my cocktail glass.
“Oh! Nice designed dress. I wonder who must have designed this dress,” she is trying to mock me with her masterpiece.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be able to afford the designer of this dress cause your mentality is f*****g poor,” I say.
“What the hell?” she says and splashes her glass of drink on my body.
I taste the drink that she throws on me. It’s a cocktail and it tastes really good.
“You know what you really don’t deserve to have this drink but I guess your white dress sure does,” I splash it back to her dress.
“You little imp,” she cries at me with her messed up dress. But she is the one who started it at first.
“Yes, you giant imp,” I chuckle as I walk away from her to the dancing floor.
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