Aselia’s POV
His threatening words and nacing looks made think of only one word:
’Jealousy,’
It dripped from every cell of his body. My shock turned into laughter as I stared into his gray orbs which were squinted at .
"You should look at your face right now. You are so jealous. Mighty Xiran is jealous." I teased him, not giving in to his angry notions.
"Aselia, you are testing my patience." He warned with a growl, his expression not changing.
"What if I am?" I winked at him.
"Tell , what is it that he has and I don’t." His angry voice was becoming angrier with every second. In truth, Xiran was way more handso than Paul and I had no intention of ever eting Paul. I liked celebrities from a distance.
"Well, for starters he is more handso than you are than he is an actor and a good one. So there is that fact too." I clicked my tongue, enjoying all the shades of jealousy that were passing on his face as he towered over .
"Fine," He snapped at and sat down on the other side of the bed, facing away from . I couldn’t help but laugh at his childlike notions. He really was a baby.
I got up and went to sit down beside him. He turned his gorgeous face away from , his forehead was wrinkled and he had crossed his arms in front of his chest.
I touched his chin with my index finger and turned his face toward before speaking: "You realize that I was joking." He lifted his eyes to et mine, there was hurt evident.
’Man, what will I do with him?’ I thought to myself.
"Didn’t seem like that. You said it yourself that he is your favorite actor. And you think he is more attractive than I am." He was scowling.
"He is not more attractive than you are, nor is he more handso, nor do I prefer him over you. I have never even t him, he is just a celebrity crush. People have them, damn you even had s£x with yours and here you are jealous that I said he is more handso." I shook my head at him.
"You weren’t part of my life when I did that. It doesn’t count." His tone had softened a bit now that I had given him so facts.
"It does. Not that I care, it’s your life. Feel free to f*ck whover you want to. Besides, I liked Paul long before I t you too. And unlike you, I don’t want to have s£x with him." I retorted at him, the thought of him having s£x with soone had started to frustrate and anger .
"Whom do you want to have s£x with then?" He extended his hand and held onto my arm so I won’t escape his question. His gaze was scrutinizing . I felt like he had thrown into a furnace with that question. I was sure my ears had turned red from the heat I felt. I didn’t want to hurt him any more than I already had.
"Drop it, Xiran." I pleaded, my heart pumping and I felt all the blood had been sent to my face. He didn’t let go of my arm nor did he avert his gaze but he didn’t speak after that. His stares were unsettling, tornting and torturous. Any more and he would rip my soul.
"You think so lowly of . You believe all I want is s£x from won." The hurt, so much hurt crossed his face. But it was the truth, that was what he sought most. Maybe that was the reason he wanted to win over as well.
"It’s true, that is what you want from won." He clenched his jaw so hard at my words that I could hear him gritting his teeth. His grip was so tight that it hurt , I jerked my arm and he finally let go, but his eyes didn’t. What should I do to evade them? Where to hide? Where to go?
His phone began to ring in that instant and I sighed with relief. He finally broke the trance between us and took out his phone. Seeing the Caller ID, he got up and left the room, closing the door behind him with a thud. I rushed to the door to hear whom he was talking to but he was already gone.
I felt like I had been too harsh on him again. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, traces of chocolate were still there. My heart felt uneasy, he had just recovered, and tomorrow was his birthday, and I made him angry.
I ca out and flopped face down on the bed. The chocolate he had brought was still laying there but sohow I had lost my appetite. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.
Hours passed, and Frila brought dinner but I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t tell her that though, just asked her to leave it on the table.
"Aselia, there is a problem." She said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"What is it?"
"Señor has asked to prepare for a party tomorrow. He said so special friends of his are coming so it should be a top-notch party." She replied.
"Ohh! I see. It’s ok he will be busy, I don’t think he will be able to attend ours. So let’s just drop it. Do get that gift though." I tried to reply to her as calmly as possible so I didn’t co off as sad or dejected at this new developnt.
"Sure, I will. I am sorry our plan couldn’t work." I offered her a small smile, she departed after that leaving alone.
I tried to sleep but my nightmare revolving around my parent’s death was back, and I woke up screaming again. My sweatshirt was drenched and my heart was beating so fast. I took my face in my hands and pressed my knees to my chest.
I missed them every day, how different my life would have been if they were still alive and were not killed on that fateful day. Their screams echoed in my head as I rembered running outside the house from my back door and then all was hazy again. Why couldn’t I rember what happened next? I was six I should have rembered that vital part. The more I thought the more confused I beco.
The new day dawned and I was still sitting there huddled up in my bed. It was his birthday and I had to go and wish him, at least. So I freshened up and made my way to his room.
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