Helanie:
With teary eyes, I gently knocked again.
"They’re going to take him away again," I complained to Cora, who was giving attitude now.
"And? I thought you told him you didn’t care. You only cried so you could get Emt’s attention."
That’s the mont she picked to call out on my lie?
"I was lying, okay? If I tell him the truth, he’ll give that smug face. This man is so arrogant, sotis I just want to claw him—hit him—" I clenched my fists tightly, not understanding what kind of emotions these were, or why I was so frustrated with him.
"Can I be honest with you?" she asked, and I quickly nodded my head. I would love so honesty right now.
"I think you want to be under him."
Her words didn’t make sense, so I tilted my head as if asking her to explain herself.
"You want rough, wild sex with this handso beast of a man. That’s all I can co up with. You want to claw him—kiss him until he bleeds—"
My cheeks flushed red while listening to her.
"No! Shut up. Why would you say that? That is so—" I hugged myself and squeezed my legs closer.
"Co on, you act so stubborn and bratty in front of him. You know he punishes people when they annoy him. And you want a different kind of punishnt from him. It would be great to see the master ta his wild tigress."
She was so shaless, saying stuff like that—but why the hell was my body reacting weirdly?
I swear I felt my nipples getting hard, and it bothered so much.
"Now can I make my own confession?" she asked. And honestly, even if I had told her not to say a word, she wouldn’t have listened.
"I want us to be f*cked by the three mates so bad—"
I shut her up after that.
"Norman."
Now that she had angered , I punched the door harder. I wasn’t acting bratty with him because I wanted to be punished by him. I was just too comfortable with him.
I’ve never had soone take care of like that. To see in my annoying self and still be kind to . To put up with my tantrums. So I just liked it when a big, bad wolf was so gentle with .
After a while, he ca out all wet, his shirt turning see-through. Even though I was so worried, the first thought that ca to my mind was to ask him if he didn’t know how to use a towel. But then I held it in.
"I have to go—they’re coming for ," he said with a straight face.
I stood in front of him, barely moving, suddenly feeling down. I thought the pressure was over—no more stress about him getting arrested again.
"Please don’t go."
As soon as I said those words, a big tear rolled down my cheek, and he stepped back to hunch down and look at my face.
"I am not," he said and lifted my head instantly.
"But you said—"
However, it took a whole minute to realize what this asshole did.
"I just wanted to prove a point. ’Please don’t go,’" he mimicked with a pout on his lips and in a soft tone, and I lost it.
"You think this is a joke? Just to prove wrong for lying about not caring when you were going, you decided to break my heart again?" I yelled. That’s when I saw the look of guilt on his face.
"I—I..." he scratched the back of his neck. But I already got it. He was a walking asshole without a soul.
"You’re a bad person. Why would you hurt ?"
I slapped his chest once, then again, and then again—until he suddenly grabbed my wrists and spun around, pinning against the wall.
He did it so fast and out of character that I just stood there like a statue.
He leaned over , his face barely inches away, staring into my eyes.
"Why won’t you stop?" he whispered on my face, causing to frown in confusion.
"What did I do?" I whispered under my breath, lost.
"Just stop!" he hissed. Then he shook himself out of whatever hell he had lost himself in and stepped back, letting go of my wrists.
"I’m sorry," he muttered, not eting my eyes.
"I’ll go prepare for the training. Co downstairs when you’re ready."
He didn’t look in the eye when he told the plan. Then he walked out of the room quickly.
’I think I angered him. I should not forget Norman doesn’t like stupid actions—and of course, hitting his chest was such a disrespect.’
I felt so guilty. Why did I do that?
’Umm! Honey, with utmost respect, he wasn’t angry—he was horny as hell. He didn’t want to hit you, he wanted to fuck you,’
Cora’s take on the whole situation left with flushed cheeks.
There was no way—no way he was horny for .
That’s Norman. Norman doesn’t like like that. He only feels sorry for .
And why the hell am I so interested in what he thinks of instead of being mad at Cora for making everything so sexual between us?
As I walked out of the room for training, I still had Cora’s words in the back of my mind.
I heard Emt had gone for a run with Kaye, so that would an it was only Norman and at the training ground.
That would be a bad, ’bad’ idea.
But thankfully, I spotted Maximus entering the mansion.
"Maximus! I’m glad you’re ho. We were just heading to the training ground," I stepped in his way and saw his eyes light up.
However, the minute I brought up training, his face fell.
"Ah, about that—I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can be at the training ground today. I have so important work to do," he said, making nervous.
Being alone with Norman? No!
"Could that work—"
Before I could ask him to join, I saw the ’important work’ appear from behind , walking up to him.
"I’m ready! Thank you for taking out on a date,"
It was fucking Charlotte in a red, gorgeous, sultry dress.
So he was ditching training with —for soone who had lied about being mates with him?
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