His Fire

Chapter 12

Here's another chapter.
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"You are supposed to drink that and not stare at it."
Those words coming from that wicked man before her broke her line of thoughts. After the realisation of the absence of nightmares and pain hit her, Camellia has been pondering on the matter. While deep in thought, trying to sort out her feelings, she has been looking fixedly at the glass of water and aspirin.

She gritted her teeth as she registered what he had said. Again this bloody fellow was telling her what she should do. Scratch that, in that tone, he was ordering her to take that medecine.

Camellia had always had trouble taking orders from others, and here, a stranger has dared twice.

"Thanks, but I don't need it." She said slowly, clenching her fist. It was true; she was so used to the alcohol in her system that she was not hungover. She eyed him defiantly, her piercing gaze, reflecting her anger.

Damn woman!He cursed inwardly.
How could one woman affect him so much. A mixture of emotions was running through him. He admits to admiring her ; she stood up to him like no other woman ever had , albeit his mother of course.
However, her stubborness ,like in this case which was beyond reason and will only work at her disadvantage, was absolutely frustrating. Oh and the ever present lust. The sight of her in his kitchen had his body burning with need. It seems that the cold shower he just had did nothing to calm him down.

While he was experiencing a fierce internal battle, his composure was cool and detached. He just nodded, not wanting to start a new argument. If she claimed that she didn't need it , so be it. He did his job provided the pills.

That fire was still present in her eyes, her stance was still stiff. He pointed to the high tabourets arounded the kitchen counter for her to sit.

Camellia expected him to press upon the pills' matter and when he didn't she was actually relieved. When he offered her to take a seat,surprisingly she took it and climbed on the stool.

Neil smiled at the fact that she listened to him.

"So how about we start over?" He asked in a jovial tone.
Camie simply raised one eyebrow at that. She was not sure that she liked the way he would change tones and approach when it pleased him. One moment he was ordering her, one moment he was cool and didn't give a damn and now he wanted to talk and start over? Surely he was too used to get his way around.

When she didn't say anything, he continued in the same light tone.

"Hi. I'm Neil."

"Where am I? How did I get here and why?" She didn't feel the need to beat around the bush. They were not going to meet again, so it's logical she skipped the pleasantries.

He didn't let her sour response affect him. He had decided to take it lightly and thus continued jovially.
"Normally when someone introduces himself to you, you should at least reciprocate and be kind enough to tell your name. Since I am that awesome, I will let this introduction mishap pass and answer your question." He paused. She was impatient and direct and he did it just to spite her. He was rewarded with the beautiful display of emotions in her eyes. Even though her face gave out nothing, her eyes were an entirely different matter.

"I saw you passed out outside the club. Since I am such a good and helpful person I brought you here in my house."

She still looked puzzled and frowned.
"Why didn't you just leave me there?"

"Why would I just leave you there? You were passed out,alone and dangerously vulnerable. Anything could have happened had I left you there." He knew the female mind worked differently but why on hell couldn't she see how lucky she was to be safe and sound after carelessly being drunk at night in this city.