Obsessed

01

   "Alice, I love you, but if I don't eat something, I'm going to eat you."

I flopped back onto her soft, too comfortable bed, and wrapped my arms around my middle. She flipped me off before smirking at me and letting out a laugh.

   "There's a kitchen downstairs. Now scat, I've almost won and you're distracting me." She said as her eyes remained on her phone. She had obtained a strong obsession with online games and I was beginning to think that she liked them more than me.

"So glad I didn't eat you." I pecked her cheek as she shoved me off her.

"Be right back, sexy. Don't miss me too much." I winked. She side-eyed me and burst out laughing as I blew her a kiss and continued my journey downstairs.

As I entered the pantry, I filled my arms with sweets. Her house became my sanctuary, sometimes I wondered if I liked her or her food more.

I swiftly turned to leave as I felt the chill of what I assumed to be metal, and a click.

I lifted my eyes from the delicious food, and came into contact with a bulky man.

He wore a scowl on his face, and in his veined hands was a gun that was currently pressed against my temple.

"Who the fuck are you?" He spoke rugged and husky.

He was beautiful. His hair was messy in a purposeful way that made him appear young, contrasting to his masculine and primal body. I peered into suffocating eyes. A pale shade of blue that felt deathly and cold. A scar ran through his right eye, a curved line that stretched from his mid-cheek to his eyebrow.

He embodied every characteristic of the attractive men that I had read about in my romance books. His eyes hardened and I felt the metal being tapped against my skull once again.

I felt my mouth slightly fall open and my eyes furrow as I remembered he had asked a question.

"Oh, yeah! Wait, what was the question?" I felt my cheeks flush. I had never had this type of reaction to a guy before.

His jaw ticked, his teeth grinding so hard I began to think he was trying to crack them.

"Who. The. Fuck. Are. You." He spoke once more.

   "Oh, right, sorry! I'm Davina!" I offered him a cheeky smile as his gun remained against my forehead.

"Why are you here?" He asked. This guy and his questions, I swear. Is he visually impaired or just choosing to ignore the food held in my arms?

I was starting to lose brain cells from this conversation. Obviously, we weren't getting anywhere.

"The better question is, why are you here?" I rebutted.

Got him there.

He, however, did not look as assumed.

"I could kill you right now." His voice sounded threatening, with a hint of something I didn't recognize hidden under his tone.

"Um, this is Alice's house. I am Alice's bestfriend. Put the pieces together yourself, big guy. " I patted his chest and attempted to shuffle around him.

He did not in fact move and was starting to get on my last nerves. His brow lifted and I felt faint. He was too pretty for his own good.

"You're real pretty. You know that, dude?" I gazed up at him. I was typically tall compared to other girls standing at five foot nine, but next to him, I felt like a bug.

He bent down from his abnormally large height and leaned towards my face. I felt his stubble graze my cheek as he tilted his mouth towards my ear. My breathing hitched and my heart beat sped up.

"I think you're beautiful too, kotyonok." He spoke, his words hushed and dark.

God, his voice. It held a natural rasp all while embracing a deep, masculine tone that matched his manly figure.

He spoke Russian. Alice didn't speak Russian nor had any Russian heritage. So, who was this gorgeous man in her house?

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