Forbidden (BDSM Novel)

Chapter26: No More Promises

Hunter fucking Petrova.

Holy mother of all that is holy!

May mga oras talaga sa tana ng buhay mo na mapapa-mura ka nalang. Minsan dahil sa saya, minsan sa lungkot, o di kaya sa sobrang galit. Pero may mga times talaga na mapapamura ka sa sobrang galit, lungkot, inis at takot (may konting saya din) pero, putangina talaga.

"Baby girl?" His voice was slurry "Ellie?" His hands cupped my tiny face. I couldn't see properly because of the darkness but I could see his silhouette.

"Hunter." I breathed not sure if relieved, or angry.

"Hi," he said. His breath fans, is that alcohol I smell?

"Are you drunk?"

"Guess." Then he chuckled "I'll give you a clue; I'm drunk."

"I asked you I you're drunk and your clue is that you are?"

"Yep."

Yeah, he is drunk. "Okay, let's go to bed."

"But.... But Ellie! I don't want to." God, he sounded like a child. I rolled my eyes.

"Well I do, so good-" zzzzngbb! It wash the lights that shut me up. Thank god!!! It was back on. I looked at Hunter.

He's grown some facial hair making his jaw a bit sharper. His eyes was still a shade of golden brown, it held so much emotion. He was wearing a leather jacket and a white v-neck shirt. It has a lot of stains, I think it's food. His hair was wet. Very wet and he smells bad, like poisoned food plus alcohol plus cigarettes plus sweats. His lips was swollen as if someone beat him up, and a little scratch beside his eye. I almost cringed. Hunter looked wasted.

But oh my goodness. He's still fucking hot.

"Ellie, my sweet baby girl." His voice was soft. More softer than a whisper. As if he's talking to himself. His eyes scanned my face, like remembering or reminiscing. I don't know wether to smile or to kiss him or to fucking punch his guts.

"Yeah," was my respond. He trace my bottom lip. "C'mon Hunt, let's clean you up."

He nodded. Then we stood up. I'm sweating my ass off and I still didn't know why I'm nervous.

He was still intoxicated when we went upstairs to his room. I sat him down to his bed. His laughing loudly because of something he did at the bar, punching a wall, I think.

He's slapping himself now. While mumbling "why are you hitting yourself?" Continuously. I stifled a giggle then get him a sando from the drawers

"Here," I sad then gave it to him. He just stared "Hunt,"

"Clean me up," he said "please?"

I try my best not to melt "okay."

"Okay."

"That's so, The Fault In Our Star-ish." He laughed. And I'm not even trying to be funny

"Yeah,"

"What the hell happened? Why do you look like that?"

"I was a bit clumsy, I tried to eat lasagna but it kinda fell." His voice was slurry

"Kinda?"

"Yep!" He giggled "will you clean me up? Please?"

"You're a big boy, you can manage."

"No," he whined "please, Ellie? Or are you still mad?"

My heart aches a bit.

"Fine," I said giving up. "Let's go to the bathroom."