When the wind blows

Chapter 18: A Feared Story Pt.1

Aslan Myers

My head was in a frenzy as I gazed up at the ceiling in the quiet room. Morning had came and the bright light shined through the room touching everything in sight. However, It didn't bother me.

The person who slept soundly with his light snores was what bothered me. As I laid on my back I turned my head towards him. He looked effortlessly beautiful as he hugged the pillow under his head. His hair tossed messily, hiding his face.

I turned to my side and brought my hand up pushing his hair back. There, his long lashes touched his cheek, his perfectly outlined jaw was almost absent of any hair, his lips were parted inhaling and exhaling air.

It wasn't possible to look this Godly and most of all there was no way he was into me.

With a sigh I climbed out of the bed.

"Very sneaky of you Aslan." I heard behind me. I wasn't even surprised that he had woken up. His morning voice made him sound deeper and more gruff then usual.

"I don't find it sneaky to leave a room that's not mine." I said as I turned around to face him. His eyes skimmed down the length of my body making me feel more naked to his eyes than I already actually was if not for the shirt.

"Why do you try so hard to escape me? Hm?" He climbed out of the bed in only his Calvin Klein briefs and my eyes widened. "Are you scared?" I snapped my eyes up from down below only to be sucked in by his naked physique. My eyes felt like the north side of a magnet and his body the south as they attracted to everything they weren't supposed to.

"Oh my God." I said in a low whisper.

I should be running and if it were any other man I would, I would run fast and far, scared out of my mind. But fuck I couldn't move. The closer he came it was like my body betrayed every instinct of my mind.

It wanted to stay. My body even betrayed everything I went against last night. I let him do sinful things to me in a place I held sacred, but as much as I knew I'd regret it — and I do — I couldn't deny the feeling. He made me feel pleasure then held me as I slept. I knew I was naive. I knew it was also hard to gain my trust. But he did It all and I let him.

I trusted Xhristian somehow, so much that the thought of last night had me wanting more.

"Those thoughts of yours are dangerous." I jumped frightened as I didn't notice Xhristian had me pressed against the wall confined with his head dipped in the crook of my neck. "And naughty."

"Xhristian can i trust you?" I blurted out.

He went still for a moment then put distance between the both of us. Those dark eyes of his looked down at me from his towering height.

"Princess you wouldn't be here if you couldn't. I would have made it clear you couldn't trust me and probably would have killed you the second I felt like it, but at the moment —  I don't know what it is — I feel like I could and would do anything for you. The feeling is confusing me. You can trust me, but then again Aslan I'm trying to figure out if I can trust you."

"T-Trust me?"

He chuckled darkly. "Is it surprising? It shouldn't be. I'm part of one of the biggest criminal organizations in the world so originally I would be skeptical in the first place, but then as a man with this hell binding darkness in him I start to sense a different kind of feeling and Aslan I sense a darkness in you. I want to know just how powerful it is and where it came from. Darkness does something different to the soul so it's easy to tell what type of person you're messing with, but you, yours is something deep— different. You're sassy and talkative but still almost innocent. Making me wonder, what type of demon am I really playing with?"

Everything in me shut down. The more he spoke the more my mind seemed to seep into the dark abyss of a prison called my mind. It was as if hiding from Xhristian became inevitable.

I felt bare to him and caved in. Trapped, a place I didn't like to be often.

"Hey, look up at me." His voice commanded gently as I slowly began to to lock myself in a dark cave. "All in due time. It's not something I want to force you into telling."

He would treat me the same.

If he found out, he'd hurt me, he'd know how to hurt me.

Not this time.

A game. That's what this is.

No one knows about me and if handled by the wrong person could become dangerous—

But...what if

As I stood absentmindedly I slowly began to kneel to the ground. It was my submissive stance. For me to trust came with a cost and in my mind I trusted him even if I didn't want to. That urge.

If you can lay your soul bare, you've found a master

This side of me was an urge I couldn't shake and as long as I kept it trapped I feared I wouldn't be vulnerable, but when urges find its temptation it's impossible to hold them.

"Aslan?" I heard.

"If you can lay your soul bare, you've found a master." I said as I peered up at him. He looked at me confusingly. "I'll tell you." I sighed. "But could I go to my room and—"

He pointed towards the bathroom instantly. "There's an extra toothbrush and everything you need in there. No running."

I sighed as I went to the bathroom. He was right I had indeed planned to run to my room, and this is why I hated a know it all. I really needed to think about what I was about to do, but looks like the warning label was off. I looked around on the counter top until I found a pouch with a number of toothbrushes. I grabbed one and began to brush my teeth. Only seconds later did Xhristian come in wearing a pair of sweats to brush his teeth.

When I finished I came out the bathroom planning to run out again but once again he stopped me.

"Fear makes you vulnerable. You fear telling me but the fear you're showing now can be used in many ways Princess."

"The only thing I fear is you." I huffed turning around to face him. For a split moment I paused and admired the curious look he gave me. "Men." I scuffed. "I trust you but I've been trying to will myself not to. Xhristian there is a darkness and..." My words came out more angry then I intended them to the more I continued. "I'm prepared to take you to story time, and mine...is as twisted as they come."

It was true. Mine was more twisted and couldn't be told by no one other than me. My darkness had an input as well as an output, but most of all a force powered this darkness. I kept it hidden for more than one reason alone, if you pulled the trigger I was the bullet.

I feared my own story.