Veraciously Yours,

Ripeningly Ugly

He hates me. The bile rose up in her throat as Zeva checks out the new room where she bodily dragged the sedated Javier into. The man has a great weight on him but she somehow tumbled and managed.

It was slightly smaller than the last room he was placed in. This had one high window but it was sealed with unbreakable glass. There was a smaller bed laid against the painted pale white wall. A small bookcase which had been collecting dust. A table and a chair.

Zeva felt guilty for shifting him here but it was needed to be done. Things would be proving problematic with no Selena but it's a good thing her sister taught her to make those bitch knots, otherwise this whole scheme would be technically a fail. A sudden sadness fell over her when she thought of Selena leaving. She wanted her to come back and stay by her side and support through this. They were sisters joined at hips. Zeva also reflected over the raised concerns her sister had thrown her way. It wasn't unlike her sister to go against her or abandon her.

Her anger issues have always been a sting in her ass. Something she had no intention of controlling or changing. She felt right when the cause of siblings disruption erupted from Javier. She looked over to him. Introspecting him as he slept soundly on the bed-set, she flushed thinking of that kiss. That heart-stopping kiss and how he stared at her with such ferocity, she shivered.

Closing the door behind her, Zeva wrapped her arms around her middle. Sitting on the chair as she watched him sleep seemed like her new fondest dream. He was harmless when asleep, no signs of stung and wounded looks that had her throat working, no heady bed-lust haze he bestowed on her. Even though, she seemed to have missed them thoroughly as if he always gazed at her like that.

She was appalled by how quickly she was enthralled by Javier. His sandy brown hair ruffles through as the small ventilation overhead blew cool air down. It was late evening, baked orange with the hint of purple descended through the window. Only yards and yards of green pasture filled the space. There wasn't much left of this ruddy old mansion and the property around it.

She flickered her gaze again upon Javier. His hand moved a little. He wouldn't stir till tomorrow. The sight of him breathed tranquility, like he was resting casually under the velvet premix color glow of the sky.

She could stay like this forever. Which made her contemplate on how such a smart, cunning man can have such a soft heart. It made her think who was that raised this man beside his father.

Gander had been very secretive of Javier's mother. He always managed to dodge the subject and soon enough, Zeva quit asking because she knew the topic irritated him.

Of course now, it made her ponder on who was Javier. What was his story? What went on behind the decadent intellect? How does someone like that could gush such words to her in the moment of heat?  It bewildered her. It also pricked her. To think after he told her to come with him and only to poke a needle him in return. She had to stay careful around Javier but this was the best opportunity to strike. He might hate her but she spotted a little weakness he had for her.

Zeva felt ashamed to use him like this but this is what she was after. Having him infatuated with her enough to make love- She blanched at that thought. It was waste of time to keep stalling this. Zeva knew of his attraction to her but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to do the actual deed. She wasn't a prude, she had a healthy appetite for sex but doing it with just anyone skews her.

As soon as she thought that, her eyes made their way over to Javier. Zeva wondered if he was just anyone anymore.

No! This wasn't the time to produce feelings for a son whose father penetrated in her more than pleasurable ways. They were all the same. Like father, like son.