Cursed Love

A Dangerous Dance

AURORA

I kept running away from the snake Jacob tried to throw at me. I sat in the hollow space between two slides, closing my eyes so tightly that they hurt, I brought my chin to my knees. Jacob was Aunt Sarah's son, and he was always trying to trick and scare me. And no one said anything to him because my mother was only a nanny for their five-year-old son Ryan, so everyone expected me to act appropriately instead. We weren't wealthy, but Aunt Emalyn was a good friend of my mother's, and she was gracious enough to let us stay at her home while my mother looked after Ryan. When I heard footsteps approaching, I was terrified that Jacob would grab my arm, drag me out of my safe place, and scare me again while laughing at me with his friends. When the footsteps became louder, I closed my eyes even tighter, but instead of pulling me out, someone sat next to me. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Ryan, who had taken a seat next to me and was looking forward at nothing.._

"Are you feeling okay?" He pointed out still looking at nothing in particular

"Yes, I hate Jacob. When I will be a big girl, I will scare him instead." I declared with a "but" lying somewhere.

"But what if someone tries to hurt me." I continued with my concern. Ryan looked at me in the eyes and said,

"Don't worry it'll never happen again," he said clearing his throat

"Why?" I asked confusion weighing in my eyes and then I noticed Jacob crying with a busted lip and blood dripping down his face.

"Because the next time I'll be bigger, and much more stronger," He said turning towards me and I smiled in return.

The sudden jerk from the traffic threshold pulled me out of my reverie. I eyed Ryan who sat across from me at the driver's end. Long gone was the boy who once promised at keeping me safe from getting hurt, if only he knew... He'd turned into a full grown Man with precise features a lot of very soft black, long enough hair, that fit like a glove between my fingers and divine dark blue eyes. A smile of amused benevolence and pleasure which aroused passions of warmth, and something more, in many women. If you know what I mean. His chiseled jaw and square shaped face gave him the confidence and arrogance he needed for life. I kind of envied how perfect he'd grown up to be. But a sexy face like that usually comes with a crap attitude.

His hands were clasped around the steering wheel and the movement his biceps made while turning over made my heart thump louder and the pool of heat between my legs grew again! I half anticipated and hoped for him to keep going, back while we were having a moment and drop the gentlemanly act which, I know he isn't but to my dismay he actually stopped. God I need therapy for wanting to have sex with the guy whose family tormented my Mom to the point of her death. I needed to wash my thoughts with holy water. This is all his fault, the bullshit facade he hides behind his true motives.

"Stop staring at me like you want me to disappear," the smug bastard said it with a self-satisfied smirk, throwing my own words back at me from earlier.

"I wasn't." I crossed my arms over my chest, feigning indifference.

"Liar." His eyes glinted, seeing right through my pathetic attempts at deception. Fine, perhaps I had been staring at him like I wanted to devour him whole, but he was poison wrapped in a pretty package, lethal and tempting.

I desperately needed a subject change, anything to distract me from this tangled web of attraction and resentment. "Why was Sarah all over you? Are you two..." I let the question dangle, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

"Screwing each other?" He quirked a brow. "Fuck no. Just unfinished business with my family." His fingers tapped out an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel. "Don't you trust me, Violet?"