CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN|| AMARIS

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"Cassius, put me down! I can walk!" is what I think I just said. I'm not sure. My head is spinning and it doesn't help that he has me upside down. Of course, he pays me no mind. He just grips my thighs tighter as he carries me up the stairs. 

I hear the door open and slam before the world tilts again and I'm sitting upright on the bed. It takes a minute for my head to stop spinning but eventually I look up to Cassius standing in front of me, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed in front of him. His eyes dark in the low light and tousled hair hanging in his face. He looks pissed. 

I'm not going to lie, the way he's looking at me is making me nervous. That and the fact that Milo and Aiden seemed just as pissed at me before they saw something on Cassius' face and nodded at him in understanding as if saying 'she's all yours'. 

They made me drink fluids in the car on our way back so I've sobered up enough to know I've made a big mistake. Although, I'm not the only one. Sure, what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have goaded him by dancing on that guy but he let those girls flirt with him and then he saved them from me! It pissed me off. He shouldn't care about them. He shouldn't care if they live or die. He should think only of me. They all should. They are Mine. 

"Are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to say something?" I ask, slipping my boots off. His eyes track my movements as my hands reach to zip them down and pull them off but he says nothing. 

I cross my legs and lean back on my arms, pinning him with the same look he's giving me. I wouldn't mind staring at him all night. My eyes roam his body, from the black fitted t-shirt he has on that shows off his muscles to the black pants that sits low on his hips. The sight makes me drool but it also pisses me off all over. He looks so fucking delicious. This is what those girls saw. I should have gouged their eyes out. 

I'm not one for unnecessary violence. In fact, I usually scold them for wanting to kill everyone who touches me but I'm starting to get it, this rage. I should be the only one who gets to see them like this. "I was right there. They were flirting with you guys and was right there, Cassius."

More staring. 

"Stop ignoring me!" I yell and he says nothing. I sigh and walk over to him. "Look, I know what I did was bad but I was angry. These feeling are new to me and you guys are the ones who told me it was okay for me to feel this way. How is this any different from when you guys hurt people over me?"

He tilts his head to the side and furrows his eyebrows. "Are you fucking kidding me? 'how is it different'?" Okay, so maybe I shouldn't have said that. That seemed to piss him off even more. He walks towards me, forcing me to back up. "You let some asshole touch you because you were mad at me for stopping you from killing someone and you're asking me how it's any different?!" 

My legs hit the edge of the bed and I stop. He's so close, I can feel his breath on me as I'm forced to look up at him. He lowers his voice to a deadly calm. Just above a whisper. "I get that these new feelings are overwhelming for you but in no fucking world do you ever let someone else touch what's mine. No one is stopping you from being angry but you need to learn your fucking place. That shit you pulled? That's not a game you want to play with me."

"I-" I go to argue that he's being hypocritical but he's right. They might hurt people over me but I've saved people from them before and they've never done what I did. They've never let someone else touch them because they were angry with me. Why the fuck did I do that? I'm such an asshole. No matter how possessive I'm becoming, I'm not a child. They've learned to deal with the same feelings and these feelings being new to me is not an excuse to hurt them. 

"You know, I've been trying to be patient with you Amaris. Really trying. Tiptoeing around you, waiting for you to fully come back to me after what happened. Now, I think I'll drag you back. willingly or not."

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