Adira Blair, known as Rival, is a woman who can handle her own without a thing being handed to her. She learned that her skills and personality could be used to her advantage, although, even in a practically male dominated industry, she was still de...
As the days narrow in, I want nothing more then capturing Wolf and his men after what he did to me yesterday
It's the first day I've been back sense the attack. The guys have been watching over the base like hawks, consistently monitoring cameras and my room when I'm present every 2 hours. They're so paranoid that they won't let me go outside unless I'm with ghost. It's understandable as he's the biggest guy, but when ghost found me first last night, there was one part that stuck out he most.
Not him finding me, but the look in his eyes as he did. His eyes weren't cold and emotionless as they usually are. His eyes were soft, filled with emotions like I've never seen before. Perhaps it was just the relief of finding his teammate, but there was something more.
Something pulling me into him. An indescribable feeling that I couldn't explain. A feeling that doesn't come often. A feeling that flows through your body, making your heart beat faster by the minute. A feeling that isn't as simple as what we call "love" It's something different • • •
*knock knock knock*
"Come in" I groggily say as I lean up in bed
The door slowly opens to reveal ghost in the door frame. "Can I come in?"
"why not" I yawn as I barely get the words out
Ghost steps into my room, the wood floor slightly creaking as he walks over to me. He stays silently standing there as I wait for a reason that he wanted to enter my room
"I thought I'd come check on how your doing" he quietly says as he sits down at the foot of my bed
"good as you can get after being abducted" a grin escapes my lips
"As expected. I wanna talk to you about something"
My heart rate increases, wondering what could be important this early in the morning
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes, I just wanted to talk about what happened in that container. I Just want some information"
I swallow my anxious thoughts and start to speak. I'm not sure why he wants to know
"Well.. I was tied to a chair in the center of the container and he asked me questions and told me to call y'all off. Claimed that I wasn't strong enough to fight him because I was a woman and he uh" I let a breath out
"He talked about how I was his type, and said he could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn't stop him... followed by his hands" I look away from ghosts eyes as the topic of unconsensually being touched is quite familiar to me
"That damn bastard. I'm sorry I wasn't there fast enough Adira"
"Don't be" I cut him off "there's nothing you could've done. I'm just glad you and the team got there fast enough after and you found me" I give him a soft smile as I return my sorrow filled eyes to his
"You know when price came in and told me what happened I blamed him for it. Everything. I had a rage towards him I never had. I was worried, angry, and frustrated that you went around this building alone. It's obvious you can manage on your own, and I'm proud of you"
"And I'm proud of you" his words echo throughout my head. Ghost. proud of me? That's not something that comes out of his mouth often. It's not something I heard often either. I always heard "I'm not proud of you" from my father and people who despised me. But to hear it from someone I least expected to say it, was utterly surprising
I give him a light smile "thank you Ghost"
"What would've happened if Alejandro didn't walk up behind me" he suddenly asks
"He wouldn't have gave me a hug?"
"Adira..." an inpatient expression come across his eyes
Silence follows his words as I remember something that stuck out the most. Before Alejandro came out behind ghost, I could've sworn something was going to happen. After he stepped towards me, his eyes staring deeply into mine..but it was quickly gone
"I'm not sure" I nervously laugh
Ghost rests his hand on my leg, I slightly flinch to the touch. He removes his hand seeing my reaction
He looks down in a sorry way
But he shouldn't be sorry. I should. Im such a fucking baby that I flinch with the touch of a finger. It's my fault, my fault only.
I've conditioned myself a fear response to comfort, or even a touch of intimacy. My body has made it a sensation I'm unfamiliar with for years now, so naturally that it makes me feel uncomfortable. But I don't want this. I don't want my body to make me feel uncomfortable and make my heart sink by a simple touch that I desperately want. That I desperately need.
We can all thank my abusive father for ruining that.
I let out a breath "Don't be. It's my fault ghost" rubbing my face from frustration
"Hey, it's not your fault. Why do you think that? You didn't deserve that"
"I just can't you know?"
"You can take up all the time in the world Adira, and I'll still wait. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable with something like that. Alright?"
There it is. More words that I've never heard. More words that were never expressed to me.
I give him a light smile and I swear he gave me one one back. The slight eye adjustment and movement under his mask gave me that cue
He pats the bed in reassurance, standing up and heading out my door. I finally got what I needed. Reassurance, reality, and respect.
He pats the bed in reassurance, standing up and heads to my door. I finally got what I needed. Reassurance, Reality, and Respect.
So from here on out: now again we try
She is a loyal, strong woman, but sometimes all she needs, and wants, is to get lost in the protection of his arms and love in his heart.
-Author
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