Aselia’s POV
I entered my room and was welcod by a beautiful site. All the dresses and other accessories were tucked away and I could see loads and loads of art supplies piled up neatly on the table and floor. Canvases of all sizes, paints, brushes, a wooden easel, a pallet and other essentials. My face lit up, ahhh! I will finally be able to relax and think less about murdering soone.
I choose a corner and began arranging all my supplies. Propped the table right beside the easel and placed all the paints and brushes on it. The extra materials I tucked away in the cupboard. I choose a 2×2 canvas and arranged it on the easel. Before starting I needed a change of clothes, I opened the cupboard and took out a pair of black jeans and a black sweatshirt, changed and hung the clothes I removed dexterously on a hanger, placing them back in the cupboard.
Since I couldn’t sleep as per his punishnt so it was better to paint. The painting had always helped relax, keeping the demons I battle every day at bay. I took out so greens and blues and began to paint the ocean. Stroke after stroke of my brush soothed the turmoils raging in my heart. I was so engrossed that I didn’t realize it when he entered the room and ca to stand behind .
"Hey, that’s a beautiful colour sche," he whispered but that still startled , pulling out of my world of imagination. What? How long has he been here? Has he been observing ?
"Yes? Do you need another round of cooking?" I glanced at him.
"No, I think I will leave the cooking to Madam Marci for now." He smiled infectiously, why does he always have to smile at ?
"What do you need then? More blood?" His face fell slightly at my rigid question.
"No, I drank it in the morning, won’t be taking any more from you today. I just want to talk about a few things."
"I am busy," I pointed at my painting.
"It won’t take long, then you can go back to your painting. I promise." I sighed and put down my pallet and the brush.
"Sit," he pointed to the chair and I sat down while he kept standing in front of , hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on . He made nervous, no one has ever made nervous. I had nerves of steel and yet this male seed to be bending them to his will.
"I don’t want you to fight with Triea or Maxile. Both of them are my girls like you are. So I esteem all three of you. Triea and Maxile are friends and they always get along. They understand what I need from them other than their blood and they are not shy about it. I know this all is new to you but I don’t condone fighting. Will you try and make an effort to be friendlier?" Suddenly his deanour had beco rather serious.
"You are lecturing like it was my fault. Haven’t you taught your girls any table manners? Is that acceptable that when three people are talking she can just co along and start making out? I understand you have your needs, fulfil them privately. I don’t need to see that." That all ca out angrier than I had wanted and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.
"Are you already jealous of her?" He asked with an amused expression, tilting his head slightly to his right.
"Why would I be jealous? It’s not like I offered you intimacy. It’s not my problem where you seek it from." How dare he accuse of being jealous of soone I saw for a few seconds?
"This is my hotel, Aselia and I do whatever I please here. If I want you to watch copulate with soone, you would do it. Rember my place, my rules." The intensity oozing from his utterances was enough to smoulder . I felt blood rushing to my cheeks and my heart speeding up. What a prick. For once in a long ti, I was speechless and I was never speechless. I always had a witty response up my sleeve. Instead, I just glared at him and his bold expressions.
"You are disgusting," I finally spat out in anger.
"I know, thanks for the complint."
"Just keep your shenanigans away from my room. I won’t bear your girls here."
"Your room is yours, that will never happen. I won’t stoop that low. But the rest of the place is my privilege."
"Fine," I got up to get back to my painting. He extended his hand taking control of my wrist and with one jerk he pulled closer to his chest, jailing both my hands behind my back with an iron-clad grip. My body almost collided with his as his heat seeped into mine. My eyes flew wide open at his sudden action.
"Are you like that with all the n in your life or is it just you loathe so much?" He asked with a tense expression.
"Let go of , I am not obliged to answer you." I struggled to set my hands free.
"I won’t until you answer ." He didn’t budge, his lips, so close to mine. His hypnotic eyes trying to bore a hole in my soul.
"I am particularly not fond of your species. You people are ruthless, selfish and controlling. The absurd notion of thinking everything belongs to you makes sick. You can have any girl you want and here you are attempting to make submit because I refused you in the first place is presenting your ugly truth." His grip loosened instantly at my words and he took a step back from . It was impossible to read him but my words seed to have affected him. I steadied myself, trying to take deep breaths.
"You can sleep, your punishnt is over." With that, he turned and left my room without a single glance at .
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