𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 [part 1 &2] (18+)

𝟺1. 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂

Juliet's POV

I wake up feeling like I have been run over by a bulldozer. Then I remember the events of last night when I let the wolf feast on me.

God, I have never been this sore.

Bright lights cloud me and I look outside the large glass. Is it morning or noon? I don't remember anything except what happened last night and this morning. So many years spent in the pit have trained me to get used to the pain but this is something else. I look around to see that the room is empty and let out a sigh of relief.

Ivan...he is something else.

The words he spoke and the way his eyes looked at me all come rushing me. I quickly get up while hissing in pain. I look down and find my body clean. A little disappointment washes over me but I am fast to change the course of my thoughts.

I walk naked to what I am correctly guessing is the closet. I smile when I find many clothes hanging. They are all shades of black, white and grey. I pick a dark grey t-shirt which reminds me of his eyes from last night. I quickly pull it over my head and also wear a pair of black sweatpants. Both hang loosely on my body but they will work for my walk of shame.

I walk back out and inside the large living room.

"What are you doing?" the thick deep Russian voice stops me dead in my tracks. I turn around and see his predatory eyes looking me up and down. Maybe I can stay for some more time.

"Leaving" I shrug and turn around to walk out but his laugh freezes me. Goosebumps are all over my body from that sound.

"What is so funny?" I snap turning back and seeing him leaning against the wall with his hands crossed over his chest. My eyes are trained on the areas of his chest and biceps as the white T-shirt threatens to rip.

"To think that you really thought you could leave" he smirks.

"Watch me" I tell him and walk to the large black door. I pull but it doesn't open. I see that it is locked by the keypad on its side.

"Open the fucking door" I hiss at him.

"No" is his simple reply. My hands twitch from anger but whom I am angry is at myself because I don't find his idea repulsing. I look deep into myself and don't a single cell telling me that staying with him is a bad idea.

"What do you think are you doing?" I walk towards him in fast angry steps, "Kidnapping me?!" I reach him and glare at him. The word kidnapping reminds me of Leon...once my friend and now dead.

"The idea does seem appealing but I am not a lesser man Juliet" his voice is husky. I shiver and he sees it.

"I just want you to eat something before you go...I already have a car outside waiting for you" he simply states. I feel let down by his words.

"I don't wanna fucking eat...last night was nothing more than just simple fuck. So, don't bother with the breakfast" I tell him with all seriousness.

I don't need this. I don't have time for this in my life...I will never have time for this simply because I have done all of this and got myself hurt beyond repair. But deep in my heart, I know that if I let him in and he ends up breaking me then it would be something that I can never live through.

So, I must protect myself.

"It's not breakfast...it's lunch" he shrugs and turns before walking to the dining table.

I stand there and look at the door...I take a deep breath before walking to the dining table. I sit far away from him which clearly irritates him. Good. I look at him as I eat only to realize that his eyes are placed on me already. Those eyes are so beautiful that for a moment I forgot what I was doing.