𝙸'𝚖 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞

Chapter 2

Y/N 1st/3rd person pov

My eyes flutter open, I blink adjusting to the sudden light in my face. I yawn turning to the side.

I'm faced with this beauty of a man before me. His brown hair salted with purple-ish grey framing his face.

His face peaceful, surprising for a man with such history. You notice his slight eye bags, he must be sleep deprived you think to yourself.

You look down, to then see that he was shirtless the entire time. A slight blush forms onto your face.

His bare chest and neck covered in many punctures and bruises in a intricate pattern.

"So he wasn't lying about the rumors.." you sag in your head.

You reach a hand out to gently caress his chin, it snakes down to his chest.

He shifts with a grumble, you feel a hand run up your legs resting on your hips.

"You know.. it's not very nice to do that dear".

You're meet with cold sliver blue eyes staring at you.

He chuckles, placing his head into the crook of your neck. His hot breath blowing against your neck. A dark crimson red blush creeps onto your face. I pressed my thighs together.

He pulls away with a slight chuckle, leaving you alone in the cold bed. He gets up and stretches with a groan. Without notice your hand reach out for him, he spares you a small smile on his face.

He walks toward the bathroom turning on the light and closing the door. For some reason I feel like I got stabbed in the heart. I shake the feeling off, I sit up. I look down at myself, I blush.

To my surprise I was almost fully dressed. He must've changed me..

I hear the shower turn on, its snaps me out of my thoughts of what could've happened between us last night. I shake those thoughts aside. I turn, getting out of the bed. This could be my chance to escape.

My heart hurts just thinking about it though. I decide to look around the upstairs of the house. I step into the hallway. Lots of doors, I guess it for the kids. He did say they were with their mother.

You see four other doors with names, "Chris", "Eli", it was decorated with bright colors. Then I saw a door that said "Mike's Room Keep Out" written in a bold red marker.

So he really wasn't lying.. The names match. I still don't believe it though, maybe if I saw a picture of the kids I would fully believe it.

I shake the thoughts away, walking back into his room.

I sit back onto the bed looking around the room. I hear the shower turn off and the the door creeks open. William steps out wrapped in noting but a towel around his waist.

His hair wet and face slightly flushed from the heat. His body covered in more punctures and bruises. My face flushes a deep shade of red. He deeply chuckles, he must've caught you staring.

"You know, it's not nice to stare love" He says with a chuckle.

I still continue to eye him up and down, he walks towards me resting his knee between my legs. My face is painted with a darker shade of red if that's even possible anymore.

His hand comes up to grab my chin and pull me closer to him. His breath hot on my neck, he was close enough that I could smell the soap he used. It was nice, sweet but smoky.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against my neck. My breath sporadic.