The two dark lines of my kohl run two different ways. One in one direction and the other is curvy slant over the apple of my cheek and stops right there at my jaw. I cried a bit. Then I saw my reflection on this pond. I have no clue how I reached here but I did.
My legs were sore. It's too late to walk home alone. I am such an idiot. Why couldn't I just go back to the pub and stay with Rachel? I don't know anybody here. I am all alone. It settles over me like a thunder cloud. I hug myself, the wind biting. It is late August. I just hope to God it doesn't rain.
"Kiera." I jump almost falling off the edge right into the murky dark pond. Elon captures my elbow before I'm deep in the water.
"Kiera, let's get you home." I wrangle my elbow away from him. My head aches with the way he says my name. The ki-eraaa pulled like a taffy and rolled around and over his tongue.
I shake my head. "Stop saying my name like that." What I should have said stop saying my name incorrectly. It was a slip of tongue perhaps.
"Kier- Kiera let's just go home." He goes again to catch me and I swiftly make escape from his hands again. I walk faster, away from him. "It's your home. Not mine! Take your precious Tate. I'm taking your advice and going to a hotel like a good little adult." My sneer comment makes him swear and I take a look if he was still following me. I stop when I don't see him. Jesus he actually left me here.
I try not let that crumble me. As soon I turn, I bump into a strong body. The mountain. His arms close around my elbows, making me look up at him. "What are you doing? Let me go."
"Not until you come straight home." I could hear his teeth grinding. He gets pissed off this easily? I doubt it. So I push.
"Oh really? You and what army?" I shove my face into his and for that one moment, we breathe each other's breath. His coming in like a horse and me after running from a marathon.
"I don't need an army, Kiera." He bends and with a quick work of his arm, he lifts me and I am flying only to land over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. His hand holds me just below my butt. Just a shy of it. I'm positive my whole face is red. I'm the wrong weight for this kind of act. I need to get off of him immediately. I don't think I can bear to hear him grunt under my weight, secretly hoping he could have me cooperate to come home instead of carrying me like those heroes or villains in a movies. Jesus, I watch too much romance.
"Elon put me down. I don't like this at all!" I'm so aware of my breasts that fall right over his broad muscular shoulders. My nipples are like diamonds already. I squeeze my thighs together suddenly.
Then he grunts. At first I'm mortified. Does he want to put me down now? Oh God! I squeeze my thighs trying not to squirm.
"Don't do that!" His rough voice jolts in my heart. I almost wince.
"Then put me down if you can't handle my weight." He stops in a lurch and I scramble to hang on. He doesn't drop me, though. I turn my head around to find him looking back at me.
"Why would you say that? You barely weight anything." My gaze darkens. "Do not patronize me, Elon."
He doesn't back down either. "And to me, Kiera." I'm so confused as he begins the journey again. I want to ask desperately what he means. He is such a puzzle. I cannot figure him out. But my thoughts get distracted as I watch his firm butt move. I can only imagine how it would be to claw and scratch those two fine pairs of apples as he juts himself inside of m-
"Kiera, don't squeeze or squirm. Please." I hadn't realize that I was doing that. I instantly relax. I try no sudden movement as he trudged along and literally carries me back to the building. It's funny how close I was in comparison.
We enter the cold empty apartment after a awkward tensed session in the elevator. I wait for him to drop me or just plop me down. Instead, he drags me down. Taking his time. My whole body slides down like wet mud. I'm so acutely attuned to where each body part touches, I am hot all over. I swallow when I see his eyes watching me. My tongue peels out to lick my sudden dry lips.
"Good night Kiera." He doesn't leave. He is waiting for me...to do what? I stay rooted there at first. My whole body on fire. My pussy clenching and unclenching like fists. He just looms over me in his glorious form. Till now I didn't realize how truly strong and big he was. No layer of fat anywhere. He was just in the prime of a great mighty oak tree. I get why Tate and him would have that type of thing going on. They look great and perfect on paper. His relationship with Tate might be what every sitcom crave for. Though, he doesn't look like the hero on most days. He is the villain. I could tell. The dark king. The Hades of all things. The Darkling from the Netflix series Shadow and Bone.
"You don't have to leave." No apology. No explanation. Just another random order. I was so tired of it.
"I will find a place as soon as I get one. Till then I will stay temporary." I walk away but his words stop me. "You are temporary."
My gaze cuts through him as he stands there with his arms crossed at his chest. "Excuse me? What did you say to me?"
"I read your work. I have seen what you do. Looked you up. You are everywhere but also not." He strides closer as he talks.
"You don't even know me. I'm so sick of people judging-"
"Am I wrong?" His words cut me. I shake my head unable to bear it. I'm caught in a conflict. I have to run but before I could do so, his hand swallows my wrist. "Answer me. Am I way over my league here?"
"Fucking yes you are! And since we go around judging, let me give you a taste of your own medicine. Mixing with Sylvester a good business or no? Exchanging stories on how you humiliate women like me, fun or not? Something about skinny women taking the leap." His hand hasn't left me. It turns warm under his hold.
"I never knew he met you till today. When I learnt what he did. I hurled a few fists at him."
I cuff at his words. "Wow aren't you my new hero? Save the act for the woman who cares." I pull at his hold and he still doesn't leave me.
"Are you so proud like this?" If I hadn't been noticing the way he were standing, I almost swore I would miss the way he leaned in further, taking an inhale of my scent.
"Always." I reply back. "Are you so determined to prove to me you are my knight in shining armor?" My other hand tried work his hand off me. Still no, not even edge.
"I'm no knight. I'm just me." His gaze washes down my face, and stops at my lips. If he thinks this will turn into a romantic moment after a albeit, a heated heady debate he was sorely mistaken.
"Exactly. It's you and I don't just like you. I really loathe you." I wrench my hand away even though I know he let me go. I grip my purse closer to me. Staring at him one last time. "I want a refund asap. I am leaving tomorrow morning." I hold up my middle finger as I walk backwards to my room. Slamming the door on his face twice is a mercury melting beautiful moment.
The frown etched on his face. The way it will be frozen in time. For me that itself is gold. The fact he lost to me. Can't get in the last word.
I smile victoriously.
I am about to change when a rustle is heard. A paper slides under the door. A black inky, messy but eligible handwriting is displayed on the white sheet. If you leave, I will publish your poems.
My hands grip the paper till it scrunches and tears away. I yank the door open and yell his name in rage. Slamming it close, my back slithers down the door and I cry out my frustration into my arms over my knees.
For the first time in forever, there is a crack in the sculpture. My heart has a crack.
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