His Wicked Heart

Chapter Seven

wallflower
(n.) a person who feels shy or introverted

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PAST
ONE YEAR AGO

GENEVIEVE

I sat up in bed as the events of last night slowly unfolded inside my head. Blood rushed through my face as the sinful memory flooded my thoughts.

I looked down at the arm that had been wrapped around my lower body, a few inches away from my intimate part. This scene alone stirred up heat within me.

I knew I had to leave, but every instinct inside me urged me to stay. Glancing around, I spotted my phone on the nightstand beside the king-sized bed. Reaching out, I grabbed my phone, gasping at the numerous missed calls from Val and Morgan.

11 missed calls From Val

5 missed calls From Morgan

I cursed under my breath, guilt welling up inside me. They must have been worried while I was busy screwing a delinquent. With a sigh, I decided to send a message to Val and then make my exit. I wasn't sure how Aleksandr would react if he woke up and found me here.

Gen
I'll be coming home.

Careful not to wake the sleeping man beside me, I slowly and quietly pushed his arm away from my body. His heavy arm now rested on his torso, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Quietly tiptoeing off the bed, I picked up my scattered clothes from the floor and dressed myself. Then I approached the door, tried to turn the knob, but it wouldn't budge. Confusion and concern began to set inside me.

What's going on?

Feeling unsure of what to do, I turned back, only to gasp as I saw Aleksandr sitting up on the bed, his gaze fixed on me. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I met his eyes. I averted my gaze right after. His posture remained calm though, as he sat there.

"Where are you going?" he asked, startling me with the unexpected question. I glanced at the locked door and then back at him, raising an eyebrow in response.

Wasn't it obvious?

Aleksandr held my gaze for a moment before breaking into a small laugh. Bewildered, I blinked at him, wondering why in the world he found my reaction amusing. He grinned and slid off the bed.

To avoid the godly sight of his body, I turned my head away, assuming he was now unclothed. Once he was dressed, I turned my attention back to him. Breaking the silence I decided to ask. "Why is the door locked?"

He approached me, my heart raced as our proximity increased. His eyes lingered on my figure briefly before settling on my mouth. I bit my lower lip out of the blue, and then regretted it when his gaze narrowed slightly. If he noticed the pink hue rising on my cheekbone, he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he spoke, "If I'd known you'd wake up before me, I would've left the door unlocked." He smiled once more.

"Oh," was all I managed to say, feeling a bit flustered.

He retrieved a key from his pocket, and I stepped aside from the door for him to unlock it. As he looked at me again, a subtle tremor seemed to dance in his green eyes. There was a hint of hesitation, as if he struggled to find the right words.