The Darkest Obsession

Chapter 17

Lichelle

My arm was curled around his as if never leaving him alone. It was the most pathetic thing I could bring him to do. HE IS MY STALKER, HE WAS MY ENGLISH TEACHER 10 YEARS AGO, HE KILLED PEOPLE, and the list goes on. My brain was having an emotional roller-coaster, maybe due to my period. I always hated the fact I craved such attention. I hated how he felt comfortable or how nightmares turned him into a dark savior. 

''I still hate you.'' I muttered harshly under my breath. Brisha eyes struck me with no emotions, yet I get lost inside them, his lips pull up into a cunning smirk. ''Yet, the hate is the realest emotion felt in the world.'' He said firmly not shying away from how stupid that sounds yet realistic. 

''I wouldn't be here with you if you didn't force yourself into every situation of mine.'' I argued at him trying to cover my emotions from earlier. He looked at the front, '' Is it cause your panties are wet after the kiss or you rather have come with pyos pau klichke Drake dajeh nay blize k raparu, bolsze pochoz na mudaka. (Dog called Drake not even closer to the rapper more like an asshole.)'' I rolled my eyes hearing the sudden heat and hatred as he spoke of Drake. The asshole almost killed the man and threw food on him. 

''I would have come with Drake. Russia se gadhe (Asshole from Russia)'' I gritted my teeth trying to pull away from him, but he held my arm tightly against his well worked arms. ''Don't compare me to the rebionak.'' He said with a fake uptight North accent. ''Yah aloo...'' I rolled my eyes. 

''Mr. Shadow stop speaking Russian.'' I said sternly. My brow crunching together to make a line between them. ''Then stop speaking Hindi.'' he argued back with a smug smirk. '' Achchha, stocker nishpaksh bol raha hai. Adbhut, kitana adbhut. Duniya abhi gir sakti hai. (Good, stalker is speaking fair. Wonderful, how wonderful. The world might fall right now.)'' I say in sarcasm as if he could understand me. 

Brisha narrowed his expression, ''Watch your tone, Moya Lisa.'' I rolled my eyes. I felt his fingers interlock with mine and a sudden rush of joy and sparks crawls up my spine. I hate this fucking feeling of being helpless to his touc but I crave it. Do I want to escape this hunter? No.  I hate that very part of me. 

''I advise you to be civil tonight. Be a gentleman.'' I said firmly to take his bullshit over here or his antics against Oliver. This man has almost hit Drake with a brick and threw food on him, yet I am here with him. ''I am a perfect gentleman.'' he smiled with those fucking killer dimples those very things I want to claim as my own.  Another thing I hate that craving. 

My mind finally clicks to what he said as a whale like laugh hit the edges of my throat. ''A gentleman,'' I add to it an uptight Northeast accent to add to this humorist joke, '' I had no idea you were a gentleman. Since when? I must be dreaming.'' I carried on laughing, his grip never leaving my hand as his eyes study my very eyes that never ever softened but there was softness with that very coldness. 

''I am a gentleman Moya Lisa; you just don't like gentleman.'' He said with a slight sternness but truth in those words. I hated the fact my body gladly tingled at the words, the way I leans up against him, it is so perfect. ''Excuse me. How do you know? Have you ever asked if I want a gentleman?'' My eye in disbelief but I knew a small part of me needed the adrenaline and the pain of craving such attention. 

''My fox, you want it rough and matter of fact you looked for it. As much as you crave the normal princess treatment. The need to be pushed in the bed and make sure that pretty cunt of yours is singing hymns to welcome the cum deliver is a constant need.'' His smile widens in smugness, and I hate how that smile lights up his. The fact those beautiful dimples were shown thanks to me, and I want to see them a whole lot more. I want his face to light up but that would equal happiness and I don't want to give the same bastard who mind fucked me and stalked me into his web. I hate that I can't escape.