When the wind blows

Chapter 9: Fiery Pits of Hell

Aslan Myers

"Xhristian what are you doing?" I asked seeing him pack a small bag as I sat in a comfy chair in his office.

I was still confused on how I ended up from down in the worst part of the house to in his office. What did he really want with me? Why was I allowed out? I knew the auction was at most a couple days away, but that too was questionable.

"Obviously packing do you not have eyes?" He deadpanned looking my way.

"Do you not have eyes?" I mocked in a childish way.

He dropped the shirt that was in his hands and turned to face me. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he watched me from across the room.

"Funny isn't your most attractive quality."

I scoffed hopping off the sofa. "Then what's my most attractive quality, Xhrisian."

"Oh look who grew confident over night." He teased turning back around to zip up his bag.

I didn't think of it as growing confident over night, but more of growing comfortable with him. I don't know what it is about him and it left me curious.

"Are we leaving today?" I ask changing the subject.

"Yeah in an hour."

"But what about me? I don't have clothes if you hadn't noticed."

"I've gotten everything straight. Now sit, you're talking too much." He grumbled the last part as he sat his suitcase up.

The auction was supposedly out of state and at a large estate where a lot of business people come to throw their wealth around.

"Well you are the one bringing me so....that sounds personal."

"Aslan shut up!" He said in a flash.

His voice held dominance and anger. It startled me, making jump a little as it bounce off the walls. He was short tempered, that much I just figured out. With a sigh I shut my mouth, but leaving him angry because of me bothered me.

Why did it bother me?

Cautiously, I walked to the other side of his other side of the room and stood by his side. He didn't notice me as he rubbed his hands through his smooth long hair in frustration. Slowly I brought my hand up and placed it on his bicep.

"Hey I'm sorry. I've heard I tend to do too much." I apologized hoping it would make him less angry and more calm.

His head slowly turned my way and he looked down at me with dark low eyes. It scared the shit out of me, it looked as if he wanted to rip me to shreds in only a matter of seconds. However, the more he looked at me the more I could see him grow calmer. The eyes that once looked at me as if ready to kill, now looked at me softly.

"Im sorry princess." He sighed.

Though now he was calm I was thrown back at what had fallen out of his mouth. I looked up at him with large eyes and scrunch eyebrows.

"Did you call me princess?" I asked awfully loudly in shock.

"Maybe. Is there a problem?" He challenged with a now evident smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at me.

My face became hot under his gaze, the way he looked at me it was vividly clear that he was looking straight at me. Not through me or passed me but at me. A small smile tried to form on my lips but I cursed it from appearing.

"Xhristian? I've got a question."

"Speak." He told me as he sat on the bed behind us.

I turned around facing him. He was man-spreaded leaning back on his hands staring at me. I rolled my eyes trying to not get distracted by his charms, but hell did he make it tough. A man like this shouldn't exist and it should be illegal to just live this beautifully.