The Darkest Obsession

Chapter 10

Lichelle

''I like you.'' he said. It was like a 360 event in my head. I wish I didn't feel butterflies but when you dream that your stalker is pacifying your needs (just not sexually) you begin to wonder if having your, Ex- English teacher saying things you wanted to hear, then it is okay. I could feel my legs numb under the pressure of his words.

Heat coursed through my body including a small bud that had not been fucked by the right man yet. His eyes absorbed mine and it was crazy to think that Mr. Volkov would be Brisha to me. Try to get rid of the blush that made his initials on my hand more darkened than last night. 

Or was it my late-night visitor that promised to fuck me in Brisha's blood, more like I would have them both dead. But we all know that is a lie. 

Brisha saw my slimmed eyes, but his eyes didn't leave mine. '' I thought you hated!'' I said out loud looking to see if anyone caught that line like a fish on a hook. 

Brisha rolled his eyes, as I wrinkled the bridge of my nose. Brisha chuckled, his hand still in my reach, just as close my mouth was going to say, YES. '' You are still so stubborn. Before it was about verbs and why Othello is the worst man on earth. Now, to dance with little old me, your favorite English teacher.'' My eyes widened, is he not going to talk about the fact he likes me? 

It was a slip of the tongue, probably the only man who will ever like this girl with too many curves to offer, is Mr. Death waiting outside for me. God couldn't be so cruel. I began to let out a little giggle bringing my attention to the 'old phrase.' I forgot this man is 10 years older than me! 

Talk about uno reverse Nick Jonas and Priyanka Chopra, just that we were not married and had a child named Malti, a fantasy that all girls had 10 years ago. He crooked his eyebrows still keeping his hand out, if that was me, I would have given up. 

'' I am laughing because at least you know you are old.'' giggling harder as some Aunties in their 10000$ saree, looked at me. Brisha shook his head stepped closer making the tip of his fingers touch my bare skin that was embellished with jewels. I could see his green eyes slowly turn red like the devil. 

For the first time the darkness he radiated from his bulked shoulders, darkness I only see in the night and Mr. Death decided not to make a special appearance. Maybe Brisha killed him and from his cold demeanor he could lift someone and make sure their head landed into the spear.

Brisha never smirked, my legs tightened, and my unholy head smelt, his alcohol fill my body with its toxic aroma.  Brisha leaned forward making my chin lift up with the tip of his finger. '' I promise you, Moya Lisa, I being old is the least of your problems.'' It turned into a small growl, he was depraved animal and weirdly it made him more attractive.

'' Being old means, I have more experience and the more experience the happier a man can make you.'' I wanted to cough but he held me at the throat as if I couldn't speak. ''Well, you don't like dancing.'' I muttered. '' I have no passion for it, doesn't mean I can't dance.'' His hand wriggled near my bare skin, I gazed at it and allowed my fingers to whisk free to him. 

He caught it gently, still remaining cold. Janam Janam played in the back. Something about this song was addictive and gradually making me look behind me, even the tight hold on my hand feels the same course of heat. Brisha knew people with their evil eyes would stare at me like a Alien.

' Kabhi na kehna alvida.' ' Never say goodbye.' something about that clutched as Brisha grabbed my waist into his hands. Probably handprints will be left and Mr. death won't be so kind and would say goodbye to me in my coffin.