UNTAMED HUNGER (The forbidden desire series)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

Alena POV

Between each push and pull of his lips it feels like the world stops. The moment felt so intense that a hidden message of desire hung in the air. A message I knew was for two strangers feeling something way too intense to be a simple kiss on a dancefloor. As I pull his brown hair and move my body against his. Demanding that he gives me everything. I feel like a complete stranger. This moment was better than any novel I’ve ever read. Better than anything I would ever write.. So perfect that when he pulls away and I see his eyes I know it’s just the beginning.

“Get your hands off of her! That’s my brother's girlfriend!” Nelson shouts and we slowly turn towards him both still recovering from whatever just happened between us.

“You must be blind. This is my girl so please do us a favour and f**k off,” he says and then grips my hair claiming my lips again. This time harder and more demanding. I feel all of him pressing against me and a gasp escapes me when he bites down hard on my lower lip. His tongue slips over mine and he says something I can’t hear against my lips.

One moment we're still dancing the next we’re running together in the snow shouting for a taxi.

“What are you studying?” he shouts randomly and I laugh and kick off my shoes and feel the snow between my toes through my stockings.

“We’re going to freeze to death!” I say and grab his collar bringing his lips against mine again. I could kiss him every second of every day. His lips and how he kissed felt so foreign. So addictive.

“I’m an English lit and totally in love with poetry.” I brush my lips over his as I say it. He kisses my temple and brushes my ear with his lips.

“I will teach you a different kind of poetry with your body when I slide my tongue between your legs,” he whispers and I blush as I softly push against his chest, shocked at his words. It takes me a moment but I take a deep breath and run my fingers over his sharp jaw and give him a crooked smile.

“I think you’ll teach me so much more than that.” I lift my brow, “So when did we stop pretending?”

“The moment you kissed me.”

“Excuse me! You kissed me first!”

“f**k Col! We have to go save Jason’s ass! He got in a f*****g fight! AGAIN!” a blond guy says as he jumps out of a car pulling up his pants.

“I'm kind of busy right now Johnson!” he doesn’t take his eyes off of me as he says it and I blush when the guy named Johnson eyes widens when he sees me. Was there something on my face?

“F*ck man I’m sorry, but you know he’ll only listen to you!” Johnson grabs his shoulder and he finally looks away.

“Fine! could you wait right..”

He couldn’t finish that sentence because two guys came flying through the window fighting. Both had bloody noses and cuts and bruises everywhere. He lets me go as he and his friend try to stop the fight.

Dewei is suddenly at my side gripping my arm, “We have to go! We’re in trouble with Maddie!”

My stomach drops, “WHY?”

“Because your little knight in shining armor is one of the seniors that we weren’t allowed to talk to and that means you weren’t allowed to tongue f#ck on the dancefloor! They say we have until nine to get back to our dorms now!”

Dewei pulls me towards an uber bus that just stopped. Some of the other juniors are glaring at me, but I don’t care. Each second was worth it and how the hell was I supposed to know he was a senior?

“D please I just have to get his name!” I beg but she gives me a defeated expression.

“I’m sorry but we have to go now!”

“Get on that bus now Alena!” Maddie shouts as she comes walking towards us. Her blond curls bouncing with every threatening step.

I ignore her and try to catch his eye as his eyes flicker to where he wanted me to wait for him. I feel my heart sink. This night shouldn’t have ended like this.

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1 YEAR LATER.

I was in my second year still daydreaming about my perfect stranger when I got a text from Patrick.

{Hi Alena! There’s a birthday surprise on the field waiting for you!}

I smile and text him back.

{On my way! Will be there in five minutes!}

Patrick was Maddie’s brother and one of my older team mates. I didn’t know he was a year older than me and Maddie had started to treat me differently when she heard we had become friends. He was pretty sweet and studying to become a lawyer. I knew he was everything that any girl would want. Sweet, funny, smart and everyone liked him. Popularity is like a magnet I guess, but the thing is he was hands down one of the kindest people I have ever met. His kind blue eyes and crazy wild blond hair made him look like a surfer. He was also a machine when it came to the 400m hurdles and since the team barbecue a couple of weeks ago he started talking to me everyday. The attention wasn’t unwanted and everyone always said we looked good together. One night we were walking on campus after a tournament and he asked me on a date. After our third date we kissed. It was a sloppy first kiss, but at least his lips were soft. This thing between us started to go a little fast and when everything caught up to me I was on my way to meet his parents. They were so kind and an example of how the perfect american family should look like. A stay at home mom who bakes cookies and is content to just knit all day. I’m not a great baker, but staying at home reading and writing was my dream life. His dad was a principal with a kind smile and I could see Patricks eyes every time he smiled. They were the opposite of my family in a way. I remember a time when my family was also just happy and laughing around the table. I remember and it haunts me.

I hold my sling bag over my shoulder and stare at the picture of me and Patrick on my phone. I liked him and I wanted what his parents had, but why couldn’t I forget that night? I think it’s the idea of the what if. What if the fight never happened and we went home together. What if I actually got his name? What if? What if? WHAT IF?!

I bite my lip as I mentally punch myself. Patrick and I were perfect for each other. A broken person and a whole person. I didn’t tell anyone except my Penpal I met on an app called English Lovers that I didn’t feel so attracted to Patrick like I should. My penpal's name was Raven121 and she lived in California. She had a bumpy childhood and hated her step sister. We loved to talk about Frankenstein and Romeo and Julliet. I could tell her anything and in a way that was freeing. I even told her how I was growing my hair again, because Patrick had said that my short hair didn’t suit me. I even told her what happened, because I couldn’t say it out loud. I loved Dewei and my other friends, but I had an image I guess, as the perfect small town girl and their personal therapist. I wasn’t the main character. I was the girl that just wanted to feel needed.

I walk into the stadium surprised to see the lights are all turned off. A shiver runs down my neck as the silence engulfs me.

“Hello?” I shout and then suddenly the lights come on blinding me and our whole Athletics team is popping some confetti guns and singing Happy Birthday. Brian and Joe are holding Patrick up on their shoulders as he holds up a sign that says;

BE MY GIRL?

I’m so shocked that I don’t move for a second and then I realize everyone is holding their breaths. I swallow and feel tears jump to my eyes as I look at the hope in his eyes.

I then quickly just nod and laugh. Patrick comes running towards me and picks me up swinging me around.

“Happy birthday girlfriend!” he says and kisses me as our team cheers around us.

Falling in love with Patrick felt like jumping off a cliff not looking if there were sharp edges ready to rip you apart.

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6 MONTHS LATER

“Patrick I've never slept with someone before, I don’t know if…” I mumble and stare at my fingers as he unbuttons his shirt. He grabs me and starts to kiss me again and I feel my back press against his small dorm room bed. I was panicking. Scared and unsure. I loved him. I really did. This had to be love. It had to be. I felt so vulnerable. Terrified. This was my choice. My choice. My friends tried telling me that it would spice up our relationship and we would have fun, but I had warning signs going off in my head.

“We can stop if you want,” he says breathlessly and runs his hands over my body. He wasn’t forcing me, but because I was a virgin and he was not. I felt like I had to, because I couldn’t stop comparing myself to the other three girls he has already been with. The three he told me he was drunk with. I was the first girl he would be sober with. He would be here with me. He kept on whispering this felt like his first time too. It made me feel like I was safe and I gave in.

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A YEAR LATER

“Patrick are you f#cking kidding me?” I scream at him as I throw him with one of his sneakers. He had lied to me. He didn’t just sleep with three girls, but seven! SEVEN!

“Why would you lie to me about this! I gave myself to you while you were lying to me!” My voice breaks and I grip my chest as a sob rips through me.

“This shouldn’t matter Alena!” He shouts and I crumble against the bathroom door crying.

“You wanted to remember! The boys told me to lie about my number or you wouldn’t even give me a second glance because you were a virgin! We’ll you don’t f**k like a virgin anymore and I’m still wondering if you lied to me huh? Was I even your first time? That ex-boyfriend of yours what's his name.. Brad sounded like he was quite busy!”

“Shut up! How could you even say that to me!” I cry and jump to my feet. I try to slap him and then he’s kissing me hard. Great emotional s#x happened and for the first time I think I actually climaxed, but afterward I felt hollow. I felt like some part of me died that day. A part that would never be mine again. I somehow ended up doing a pageant that year to prove to myself I was beautiful, but I have never felt so dirty. So used before in my life. That's when I realized love is ugly. Love doesn’t come with warning signs. You make your mistakes and if you're like me, you carry it in the darkest parts of yourself and try to make it beautiful for the world to survive.

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ALENA'S FINAL YEAR.

I moved into the apartment across from Patricks with Dewei. It was a great apartment and Dewei’s parents had given it to her as a birthday present after she became principal in her dancing school. She didn’t want to live alone and I didn’t want to be in the sorority without her. It made sense that we would move in together and it was great to be so close to Patrick.

Patrick started working this year and we would mostly sleep at his place when Dewei wasn’t home. We could have moved in together, but his parents were religious and believed it was wrong. Secretly I didn't mind, because it was like we were living together anyway. How students lie to their parents was always above me. We became good together in a way that people would come to me for relationship advice. We had great friends and a good life. I loved him. Then our relationship hit a curve, a curve with the name:

Evander Collins.

“I can’t believe it! My best friend is actually coming to visit! I haven't seen him in like five years I think! And he’ll be staying for five weeks! His father is my dad’s boss so we really need to impress him alright?” Patrick says over the phone and I roll my eyes.

“What do you mean best friend? I thought..” I start to say but he interrupts me.

“He is my best friend even though we haven’t seen each other in years my Pumpkin, but when we talk we just have this connection you know! When we were younger our families would always go on vacation together!” I could literally hear him smiling on the other side of the line.

“But Patrick! I told you our apartment pipes just broke and I wanted to stay with you? Dewei is off touring in France and I can’t just stay at her sister's house all alone! I’ll feel awkward!” I mumble and he just laughs at my fear of Dewei's older sister. Tolu was terrifying and a math teacher. I’m not good at math at all and she made me feel like I was intruding when she was trying to be welcoming.

“You’re so good with people, Pumkin , don't worry about it! You and I can sleep in my room and Evander can sleep in the extra room! It would just mean alot to my parents that he’s staying with me! He could help my dad get that promotion he desperately wants! I had to literally argue with him for an hour to persuade him to stay with me! I can’t tell him now that he can’t! He already canceled his hotel reservation!” he says and I run my hand over my face.

“Fine, when is he coming?” I say and quickly start washing his mountain of dishes. He thought hiring a maid cost too much money. So once a week I would clean his house and he would bring ice cream.

“Today and I told him we would meet him for lunch at that nice place across from your place, what is that place again?”

My favorite bookstore, I wanted to say but hold my tongue. He wasn't good with details.

“Wait did you say today?” I almost broke the glass I was holding.

“Yep! Wear something nice and curl your hair! He’s meeting us there in an hour!” I don’t say anything about my car he was actually driving. He argued that he didn’t need a car and now he uses mine so much people think it’s his.

“Will you come pick me up?”

“I have a meeting so I’ll meet you there, key?” he says and I slowly look at his apartment. An Hour?

“See you there.” I say and he hangs up. I just stare at my phone for a moment.

I quickly clean the house and Evanders room and place one of my favorite Turkish delight bars on his pillow. After I made sure the whole place smelled like vanilla I quickly jumped in the shower. It was only a ten minute walk so I would make it easily.

I dress in my white summer dress and quickly curl my long hair with my straightener. I throw on some mascara and lipgloss. This guy is going to see me in my pajamas so he should get used to my natural look. I got a message from Garret from the publishing house I was working at part time saying that I should bring my laptop on Monday. I sent him some smiley’s as I took the elevator. I make my way down the street and the sun is so hot that I actually wish I had put my hair in a bun. I wave at Miss Penny, the bookshop owner as I walk. She gives me a sad look when I don’t enter. I throw her a small kiss and the old lady finally laughs at me. I wait for the street light to turn green and that’s when I see him.

My stranger standing in a gray suit looking down at his phone. As if sensing me he looks right at me. I feel my heartbeat start thundering in my ears. Deafening me in every way possible.

We just stood there for a moment looking at each other. Everything slows as I watch someone jump on his back from behind. It feels like I can’t breathe, because it's Patrick. This could not be happening.