Love And Desire

Chapter 8

I spun around on the softness of the bed. My sleep getting sweeter and sweeter as I freed my body on the big bed – relaxing more. Am not ready to wake up yet. I suddenly felt lazy rising up from this comfortable moment.

Well, not until I felt something hard piercing the side of my left thigh and a big arm coming to rest on my shoulders and another one on my waist.

One mind told me to flick open my eyes and when I did…….

I screamed and wanted to jump out of bed but the arms are just too strong around me.

I try to push it, but the more I did, the more he tightened his grasp. I thought maybe he was still in deep sleep not until I heard………

“Sheesh. It’s still too early, fiancée.”

Fiancée? I swear if he doesn’t get his arms off my body now, I’ll do something I might end up regretting later.

By the way, how the hell did he got here or found his way back to his room when he was tipsy last night?

Very strange to me.

I remember leaving him in my room last night and coming here alone to sleep. Then, how come this?

He didn’t open his eyes when he spoke to me in a deep – sleepy tone. And I have no idea why he volunteered I remained calm in this uncomfortable condition.

My gosh! For crying out loud, he has another hard-on again and this time, so close to my body that it disgust me so much, I don’t want to look.

“Harry, let go off me now or else am going to scream and the king might walk in here and torture you.” I threatened him.

Immediately, he opened his sharp eyes like hawk and continue staring at me. His arms leaving me slowly and at once, he sat up without taking his eyes off mine.

I gently sat up a bit, my head and back leaning on the headboard. I don’t know how my eyes went down again to his hard-on and I couldn’t help but stare as much as I want.

Do I like what I see?

His right hand reach for the pillow beside him and quickly, he covered his shame with it. “What are you looking at?” Was the question that took my eyes back to his face.

And I just stare at him strangely like as if he was an alien. Why would he ask me such question? Did I stare at his thing with my nose?

“First, you tell me why the fuck are you here?”

Yes. He owes me an explanation. Forget it to be his bedroom in the first place.

He suddenly busted into a rich laughter, then said, “Why am I here? Are you being serious right now or you’re overthinking maybe off key? I think you hit your head on something in your dreams because this is my room!” His voice turned cold. “And I want you out for my privacy.”

Is he kicking me out of his –

“Am not leaving.” I stated in the firmest way. “This is your room, fine I agree, but I came here first last night, so you can’t chase me out.”

His brow went upwards. One hand gagging behind his ear. “Sorry, pardon? You said what?”

Oh, does he has hearing issues?

Well, if yes, then I’ll repeat it again loud and clear. “I said, Am not leaving and if there’s anyone walking out of this place, then it should be you. You’re the invader amongst the both of us. In fact, how the hell did you manage to find your way here after fooling yourself with two prostitutes in your hotel last night?”

Okay. Maybe I said enough or a lot or maybe crossed my limits. Because right now, all I see are rages of anger puffing out of his nostrils and earholes.

He became agitated and furious. “So I was right about you eavesdropping on my call yesterday morning? Huh?” He got out of bed and I notice his hard-on dead. “Get out.” He pointed at the door, still, I refuse to leave. His mood worsen as he left his side to pull me out of bed.

“Leave me alone! Let go of me, you animal!” I fought with him – not wanting to move an inch. But he was more powerful than I. I couldn’t fight him.

He kept on dragging me out of bed while I held onto the top of the headboard. He instantly let go of my arm and grabbed my peach strap satin nightgown.

I was afraid it might tear as he pulls it on me. “Go out or I’ll rip your dress.”

I know he’s not that brave. If he dares it, his father might walk in here and treat him his usual medicine.

Still, I refuse. I became too headstrong for him to handle.

He pulled and pulled and pulled until the sharp sound made us paused.

At once, the strap handless of my nightgown cut in two from the back clip – causing the dress to fall exposing my chest – bare breasts, flat tommy and tiny white lacy thong.

I gasp and wrap my arms around my body. My face went up to him who was still looking down at me – eyes widely opened in shock.

I expected an apology from him but he just stood there still looking down at me. I felt so embarrassed. I’ve never been this embarrassed in my entire life before. Today, was way too words.

Me, staying half naked in front of a man?

No. This is not usually me. I just wish the ground could open and swallow me up at once.

My heart was racing fast, despite the incretion of anger flowing in my veins right now. How dare he rip the only nightdress I have after selling six in high school?

“Stop staring at me and turn around!” I yelled, tears welled in my eyes. This was the only gift I’ve inherited from grandma and he just ruined it! 

His lips parted several times but nothing could come out. He quietly obeyed.

I took advantage of the moment to run into the closet. I was changing into something else quickly when I heard him step in.

Like seriously, I haven’t even wore a panty yet and suddenly, he showed up, standing by the door.

“Go away!!!!” I tied myself up with a big towel.

“Sorry, I thought you were done.” He faced the wall. “I just wanted to tell you to get ready, we’ll be visiting my uncle and my cousin.”

“Couldn’t you have waited for me to dress up first? Now tell me one lie of not sparing your eyes on my nakedness.”

He wanted to look back but shook his head still. “I already apologized. Am sorry about your dress and I swear, I’ll try to pretend that I didn’t see a thing of you.”

To pretend? Hmph. Eyes are not deceiving to the Brain. He saw what he saw and what he saw serves him right.

I didn’t say a word. I just kept hold of the towel around my chest and slowly made my way to the bathroom.

I switched my walking style, now walking backwards with my front facing him as I approach the bathroom door.

Could you believe that immediately I spun around, I caught his head already bend over like he was eyeing something underneath my towel. Something he couldn’t see with an ordinary eye.

He shameless stood up right and faced somewhere else.