Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 35

"Hey, what's wrong?" Brandon asked as they got out of their vehicles.

"Nothing," Alina said as she shut the door behind her.

"There mean lady," Melisma explained.

"It was nothing," Alina shook her head. "I'm going to go lay down, I have a headache."

"I'll bring you some medicine in just a second," Marc said as he locked his truck.

"I'm fine," she shook her head. "I just need to lay down."

"Okay, Beautiful," Marc nodded slowly.

"I know someone else that needs to lay down after lunch," Victor smirked as Melisma yawned.

"I'll put your lunch up so you can eat it when you feel better," Luke said.

"Thank you," she murmured as she headed inside and up to her room. She shut the door and groaned as she plopped down on the bed. She buried her face into the pillow and let out a muffled groan. It was getting harder and harder to keep everything bottled up. She needed to find a new job soon so she could get some space. Yeah, once she got space everything would be clearly defined again.

She didn't know how long she laid there but after some time of silence and plotting when she could start working again, she heard the door open. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing hoping whoever it was would go away.

"I know you are awake, Pookie," Sean chuckled softly as he sat beside her, "I brought you some headache medicine and a drink. Do you need something stronger for your wrist?"

"No," she sighed as she opened her eyes and sat up.

"Here you go," he said holding out the pills and water.

She glared then took them. "I want to be left alone."

"What happened?" Sean asked curiously.

"Nothing," she said looking down at her lap.

"Something happened," Sean frowned, "it's not good to bottle it up. Talk to me, please."

"I said it was nothing," she frowned.

"You know you are incredibly cute when you are stubborn, Pookie," he chuckled.

"Am not," she protested.

"Oh, what are you protesting now, Beautiful?" Marc chuckled as he came into the room. "How's your headache?"

"Fine," she mumbled.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Marc asked as he leaned against the doorframe.

"No," she glared.

"I'll come check on you in a little bit, see if the meds are working," Sean chuckled as he kissed her forehead then left.

"Now, now Beautiful," Marc chuckled as he pushed off the doorframe and came over to her. "Ready to tell me the truth."

"I am," she said as she laid back down.

"Did you forget that I can always tell when you are lying?"

"Not," she mumbled as she closed her eyes and put her arm over her face. "Leave me alone."

She felt the bed shift then warmth as he loomed over her. "You can't lie to me, Alina," his voice dropped as he moved her arm off her face. "That bitch upset you, didn't she?"

She opened her eyes and glared at him, "I'm fine."

"You have nothing to worry about, Beautiful," he chuckled, "I would never be with that bitch. I'm yours."

"I'm NOT worried," she said through clenched teeth.

"Good," he smiled, "because I don't want you worrying about our love for you."

"Must you hoover," she complained as she tried to push on his chest.

"Am I in your personal bubble, Beautiful?" he chuckled as she weakly pushed against his chest again.

"You know damn well that you are," she frowned. "Move."

"You are just going to have to get used to it," he smirked, "we are going to keep invading your space to show you how much you mean to us. We are going to show you," he whispered as he leaned down millimeters from her mouth, "that love is real one way or another."

He closed the gap and kissed her. She tensed up then a soft whimper escaped her as he cupped her face and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth when she gasped, deepening the kiss. She used her one good hand to grip his wrist and a moan slipped out as he moved to straddle her. These feelings that were coursing through her were something she hadn't felt before and yet she wanted more. Instead of it scaring her, she craved it. She felt like what Marc had told her could possibly happen, that it wasn't all just something in the books she read, that it could possibly be true with them.

"Fuck Beautiful," he groaned in between kisses as he felt her start to respond back more confidently as she wrapped her arms around his neck and press into the kisses more. If she wanted more he would gladly give her more, whatever she wanted he would give her as long as she kept responding like this. He slid one hand into her hair and softly gripped it while the other hand slid down her side and gripped her hip, pinning her still as he pressed into her. He wanted her to know for sure just what she was doing to him and from the little mewls coming from her she knew and wanted more. So be it, he'll gladly test just how far she was willing to go.

"ME WANT ALI!!!!"