Sins of the Past

Chapter 3

Diana.

"Scream my name."

"What..." I exhale, focusing on his eyes.

He stares at me with that same cold look, looming over me with his massive frame.

Just fantastic...

"You're not Charlotte," his voice is rough, and it sends a shock through my body.

"Obviously," I reply, pressing my hands against his chest, shoving with all the strength I can muster.

It takes a few more seconds before he finally backs off, stepping a few meters away from the bed.

"What are you doing here?"

What kind of question is that? The same thing you are, nightmare!

"I don't think that concerns you," I say, exhaling heavily.

"This is my room, and obviously," he mimics my tone, "it does concern me."

"You live here?"

I don't know what surprises me more—that this room is as dark as him or that he lives somewhere wild parties like this happen.

"No, but I f*** here."

I glance at the bed where I had been lying moments ago and brush my hands over my clothes as if trying to shake off dirt.

He looks at me like I'm something strange and utterly uninteresting.

"Why did you choose her as a friend?"

I look at him again, calculating the best way to leave this room without provoking him. Sylvia warned me—don't anger the beast. And I don't think I want to see his rage.

The dizziness in my head wins, and I stumble straight into his arms.

"You mean Sylvia?" I barely whisper.

His hands feel... nice. Big and warm.

What is this?

"Yeah, her."

"You don't like her?"

"Answer my question."

I place my hands on his chest again, rubbing the firm muscles, and he grabs my shoulders with an unforgiving grip, stepping back two paces.

"Are you high?"

"Funny, considering this house reeks of drugs, and yet you think I'm the one who's high?"

"Why did she bring you here?"

Sylvia again. What does he want from her?

"You could just go find her and ask yourself."

"How did you get here?"

"Question after question," I say carelessly, tilting my head to meet his merciless eyes again. "Are you God?"

"How did you get here, Diana?"

"You remember my name..."

"Do you want me to f*** you?"

I'm more shocked by his words than my own reaction to them. What is wrong with me? I'll regret this later.

"I'm leaving," I say, stepping away, only to nearly collapse again.

In the last moment, Leon catches me and throws me onto the bed, clicking his tongue.

"Call who?"

Oh, my head is going to explode. Someone slap me back to reality.