Anger Management

Chapter 42: Rodents and Jokes aside

“You- you know I did say lame but when i said it I was most definitely NOT talking about you.” I stutter as I watch Ashter move away from me, now just towering over me as he keeps me pinned to the spot. The guy was heavy and it felt like he was putting all his weight on me. He was basically sitting on me. Squashing me!!! “ I was talking about Butch ya know?” I tell him trying to get myself out of this very compromising situation. He gives out a simple hum as he moves to fold up his sleeves. Why the freak was he rolling up his sleeves?!

“Yeah Butch is lame because he you know is too afraid to go to the boostie…. Uh booster? Yeah too afraid to go to the ticket guy himself.” I finish stumbling over the name of whatever the position was that Ashter had told me a little while ago. 

“You know you suck at trying to cover up your mistakes right?” Ashter asks me but not in a way that he was looking for me to answer. I just chuckle nervously as I try to wiggle myself from under Ashter. It's no use though like I said the guy was basically using me as a chair at the moment, so all I could do was lay their waiting on my impending demise. Ashter finally finishes rolling up his sleeves and his hands come back to either side of my head and he just stares at me. Not the kind of stare where it felt like he was seeing me but the kind where it felt like he was seeing through me. I refuse to make eye contect my eyes straying to his forearm for a split second. Have I said how much of a wimp I am for some nice arms? 

“You know, I’m trying to figure out what method is best to get you take back what you said. Hmm I wonder, what do you think, should I tickle you until you beg me to stop or should I go in a more sinister direction?” Ashter looks ahead deep in thought as I lay in my concrete position petrified. How is tickling not already sinister its basically a fight response from my body. Before I can try to speak in any suggestions or persuade him  to just forgive me without doing anything at all his hand reaches towards my hair and he picks up a strand twirling it around his finger. My voice catches in my throat my mouth just hanging slightly open as I freeze anticipating his next move. 

“I’ve always loved you hair. No matter how you styled it, it looked like perfection and it suits you. Curls just everywhere. Oh and the smell, don’t get me started on the smell. I have dreams about the scent of your hair.” The more Ashter talks absentmindedly at me the more I can feel my ears turning red and my heartbeat picking up. I finally decide to take a glance at his face but immediately regret that decision when my eyes instantly connect with his. This time he was looking at me and I mean really looking at me. 

“There is something that I’ve always wanted to do,” Ashter says in a deep voice his eyes matching the seriousness and unknown tone of his words. I can only lay there and feel as his hand moves to the back of my head until he’s cupping it his finger tangled in my mane of curls. I don’t even expect it but a small gasp leaves my mouth as I feel him yank on my hair hard causing my head to move with the action. He smirks at my reaction and I look at him wide eyed the feeling of his hand fisting my hair in a tight grip causing my throat to go dry. Ashter Storm just pulled my hair. 

“You look good like this.” He states lowly his eyes sparkling with hunger. At this point I can feel my chest rising and falling at an unsafe speed not even knowing how to read the situation right now. Was I hyperventilating? 

Ashter keeps his eyes on me and he starts to move his head back down towards mine his grip on my hair never letting up. I can hear the little voice in my head yelling and screaming at me to tell him to stop that this was enough but the words never came. Great, for once my mouth wasn’t saying what I was thinking. 

“You know I could think of something else I have been wanting to do for a while now.” Ashter whispers not even bothering to speak from how close he was to me. All he had to do was move one more centimeter and his lips would be on mine. Was he really about to kiss me right now? More importantly, why were my eyes closing waiting for it to happen? Its final I have completely lost it. My eyes open slightly as I try to snap myself out of my thoughts and turn my head ready to let his lips meet cheek. Ashter moves in to close the distance but as soon as were about to make skin to skin contact a loud crash fills the room.