•Defenceless Against You•

Alana • Chapter 4

We train daily, him teaching me how to throw a decent punch whilst I test it on him. The fire in his steely gray eyes haunting me, threatening to burn down my heart. Except today, I really wasn't in the mood. I had started my period and couldn't be bothered to train, I was moody for no reason, in fact there was a reason. I bled out of my asshole for a week or more every month. So today I was a bit sloppy. I looked at him in the eyes and kicked him again. He was about to grab me but I slipped out of the door. I ran across the hall but my bodyguard caught up. He grabbed me by the wrist and said sternly, "I wasn't kidding about what I said." My eyes grew big, shocked; I was thinking he was kidding. As he took me upstairs to another training room. He locked the door and looked at me, his eyes full of a fire you can't burn.

"If you can block some of my hits, i'll go easy on you." I looked at his eyes and noticed where he was looking at. Putting the dots together I knew he was going to try to get me by my waist. Right when his arm moved, I blocked it smoothly. I smirked slightly, and kept watching his eyes, I eventually read his body movement everytime. Right before he was gonna hit me by my waist again, he hit my legs underneath. I fell on my arse and turned red. He let his arm out, but when he did I hit him by his crotch again.

He let out a sigh, "did you think I was joking?" He grabbed me effortlessly and threw me over his shoulder, I start frantically kicking but he didnt flinch. All of a sudden my father opened the front door and I hear the front door bell ring. Alex sighs,

"really wanted to fulfill that promise." When he put me down, I just stared at him, and he looks back down at me

"Your father is leaving in a bit again, don't expect your punishment to be postponed." Right when he says that, I run to my bedroom and try to shut the door, but his strength overpowers me. He locks the door and pushes me on the bed, pinning me down, wrists held tightly above my head by his large, veiny hands.

"N-no please, Alex I'm sorry" I whimper, not wanting to do this on my period.

"You shouldn't have done that, darling." He smirks, about to rip my shorts off any second, when a tear drops down my face, he gets off me, concerned as he always thought of me as the tough bratty bitch apparently.

"Alana? You're crying." He speaks in a softer tone.

"J-just please not today, I can't" I stutter. He looks at me with confusion etched on his face, asking what's wrong, although I'm too embarrassed to say. All of a sudden, I get a sharp cramp in my lower abdomen, causing me to groan in pain. He jolts at this and then realises what's wrong.

"Alana darling why didn't you tell me? We could've missed today's training overall" He says softly. I have never ever seen this side of him and hope to never see it again, he makes it harder for me to hate him, easier for me to love him. I get up and wipe my tears.

"I'm fine." I huff.