DAMNED

7) Pain and Pleasure

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What did he just say?

My throat felt suddenly sore and my insides clenched in the most confused manner.

What did he just say?

Turning to me, he locked his eyes to mine. The blue seemed to almost suck me in and take me deep under, straight to his infernal soul.

Getting off the bed, he neared me. Every step he took, I felt an immense rush of weakness wash over me. He was too close now, way past my personal space boundaries. Gently placing his hands on my shoulders, his desirous expression seemed to falter and was soon replaced by a low wicked chuckle. It was too wicked to even be hot.

“Sweetheart.” he cooed leaning his stubbly face closer to mine, gently kissing my neck, “What a gullible little thing you are.”

Trying to push him away from me, he locked me in his arms.

“You bastard.” I breathed, embarrassment drowning me.

 His chuckle seemed to turn into somewhat of a vile laugh, such a maniac. He was the incarnation of the bloody devil. Within a second, he nonchalantly pushed me aside and dropped himself back on the bed in laughter.

“Come on Angel,” he tried to stop himself from smiling and held a hand out to me, “Let’s sleep together and tomorrow we’ll have nine kids and be happily married.”

The sarcasm was dripping with such humour in his voice.

I honestly never felt this pathetic in my entire life. Before I could even open my mouth to say another word, I ran into the bathroom. My emotions were all over the place. I was angry, confused, embarrassed, and distraught- I was so unsure.

No. No. Don’t feel like this!

Why was I feeling like this?

What was wrong with me?

God, I hate being on my period.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I took a deep breath and tried to swallow the agony that I just caused upon myself. He’s such a bastard. I hate him more than I ever did right now! Who did he think he was to keep playing with my emotions like that? My anger almost knocked me over but thank God I had at least a little self-control in order.

Giving myself a time out, I opened the door out to the room after five minutes.

He wasn’t there.

Thank God.

I noticed that at the side of the room, my suitcase was neatly placed. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a bath. I needed to cool down anyway, just to relax. Grabbing whatever clothes I needed, I headed back to the bathroom and filled the tub. I removed my clothes, threw my robe over me, and sat on the vanity of his bathroom. Again, it was such an elegant place to be in, mixed with a pinch of modern men's style.