Devils, Doctors & Tuxedos.

Chapter 8

Lilly P.O.V

Chapter 8

" You full of shit! do you know that, what you think you better than the rest of us? Is that it?ANSWER ME DAMNIT!!!"

My voice rose with every step I took, I pushed open the bathroom door in the most aggressive manner there was.
He turned with a bored look plastered all over his face, his dark brown eyes revealing no emotion towards me or the the drama unfolding.

" I don't remember owing you any answers."

There it was, that bored tone again laced all over his sexy deep voice. it was flipping a switch deep inside me and the more I stood there before him in that mensroom the more the fire within rose. Up from my belly and to my throat. I felt my body starting to shake.

" Fuck off!!, Do you hear me ....FUCK THE HELL OFF!"

I screamed back at him not caring if anyone heard me and I turned toward the door. My anger had summoned dragon tears out of me, I wiped then as I walked back to our table. Victor's eyes scanned me and I knew he could tell something was wrong while my dear friend Yolanda was glued to her phone screen probably bragging to her basic friends about our holiday trip.

" Hey Yolanda I think we gonna call it a night ok, take care and say goodbye to Dereck for us. it was a pleasure to finally meet you."

Vic was a lifesaver at that moment. It's like he knew that I needed to get away.

" Sure, it was nice meeting you too."

She fakely replied, the moment she opened her mouth I was already beyond annoyed at her but I pulled a tight smile wishing with every inch of me to hit her right across her ugly face with a dinner plate.

It seemed as though as the days went by the more I could not stand her sight. Vic held my waist as we walked away into our room, he kept his mouth shut as I was deep in thought playing the awful menstroom scene over and over in my head. The look in his eyes was glued to my head, shattering my cruel heart into a trillion obsidian pieces.

The hate I had for him was rising, I could feel it Heck I could even taste it and boy was it bitter. We reached 'our' room and as soon as we were inside I practically jogged to the minny bar to fix myself a stiff glass of whiskey since God  obviously knew I needed it.

" So?"

Vic asked, he was sitting on the foot of the bed looking straight at me expecting an explanation as if I was his daughter or something.

"What?"

His eyes telling a tale of disbelief and me faking an unfased look on the other hand.

" What do mean 'what', you know very well  what I'm asking about  don't act dum with me! You can't do that. You can't call me to come all the way to this Island and then play stupid with me it doesn't work like that."

His tone was know different, he was annoyed and angry.

" I don't owe you any answers, by the way are you gonna sleep on the floor like a gentleman or do I have to if there's any space in this shack sized room."

I needed to take control of the situation and the only way I knew how was to rile him up and get an argument out him. It's what I knew best, what I preferred than sharing my feelings.

" You know what, I think Im gonna go for a walk."

Ow hell no I was not going to let him just leave me there feeling like shit, no my pain needed company and I was planning on throwing all sorts of insults at him just to make him feel like I did.

" What you can't handle me? Why am I not surprised?look at you! You pathetic excuse of man who needs his family to find him a girl."

He chuckled like I had  just said something funny but I could tell something else was laced within it that could come and hurt me.

It sounded malicious and condescending at the same damn time which was enough to rattle my nerves. Bastard then took another step making him dangerously close to me with my nose almost touching his large chest. I felt so intimidated, so vulnarable but I decided to stand my ground and not show it to him.

" I can handle you, trust me I can . Its you who can't handle me. You seem to not understand me and prefer me to be something else.You want me to be an asshole and treat you badly and the sad part is that you think that's healthy"

What he said was something I already  knew, but still it stung me a lil because it was true and I hated that he had figured me out. I felt so vulnarable, powerless and insecure. I wanted to clap back but I found no words to hurt him with, making my day a hundred times more horrible than it already was.

I sipped my glass of whiskey and turned away from him in a feeble attempt to protect myself from him. I felt like he could actually see me, the real me and I didn't like it for one bit.

His eyes spoke a thousand words, they were burning my soul while Satan's pitchfork turned it. It felt like hell.

I sat on the bed and turned on the TV, he took a deep breath probably to calm himself then he also decided to sit on the foot of the bed with his back on me while I was leaning on the headboard.

We sat there quiet for hours watching boring TV until I decided I needed to sleep I asked him yet again where is he gonna sleep and he looked at me straight in the eye wearing a calm psychopathic look rattling my soul to the nines.

" Here in the bed with you princess and you won't stop me or I'll tell your fake friend and lover boy you lied to them."

He now wore a smug smile that made me wanna puke, it didn't suit him at all. I was used to him being nice boring Victor and now he was changing all of that. With every passing second I could feel the game changing, I could taste the hot spicy taste in the air around us.

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