In love with a Lycan

Chapter 22

KENNA

For the last few hours, I had won two games of monopoly and Adrian, well he wasn't too happy. I had taken all his properties and even made him go to jail a few times.

The entire time we were playing, I could feel his gaze on me which I didn't mind. It was a nice breaker for us and loads of fun too. Even though, Adrian is a bad loser. I had to remember to tell Catrina all about this. Something about the way he brought it up to me about playing with her had me wondering what he was like with others, while with me he seemed sweet.

After playing monopoly, we played frustration which ended with us both winning a round each. The third game would have settled the score, but Adrian wanted to make some food since it was getting late.

While playing, I made sandwiches while he went to the bathroom. We ate while and then we continued to play.

We only moved away or stopped a game if we needed a bathroom break or drinks, but the whole day was lovely. It was something I never got for a while. A day of fun. It may not be fun for many people but for me, having someone here even if it's through a storm was something.

Adrian moved from the table which pulled me out of my daydream as I watched his every move. Being with him was something of a surprise to me. The mere thought since being here of being with another man, never entered my head until now.

The feelings and the way he looks at me makes me wonder if he would want more with me. The longing looks, or the way he stares at me when I got excited when I sent him to jail. Something in the way he acted, it was like he was caring. Caring toward a woman he hardly knew.

A shiver rippled over me, like something was staring at me.

Looking back at Adrian, his eyes were darker than normal till he looked away. The way he looked at me, seemed like I had seen it before but where?

Shaking my thoughts away, I sighed. "What now?" I asked, moving from the table and glancing to the window. It was still raining outside, but it was not as heavy. Hopefully it would be gone by tomorrow. I moved toward the window and looked out, while he continued.

"Well, how about I make some popcorn, and we can watch a film," Adrian asked, making me look at him again as he looked back at me with his face softening. "Even though I kind of liked you kicking my ass in board games."

That earned a laugh from me, since his face when I beat him said otherwise. He was definite a sore loser, but there was one thing he never did and that was complain. Not even a sarky word or even throwing the board across the room.

Moving my eyes back on the window, I didn't turn around to face him as I let my mind wondered freely over some memories I had flooding to the surface. There had been many times that happened over the years, and mostly was with who everyone would call a family.

Family has always been a sore subject for me since I only had a father, if that's what you could call him. Mum was never in the picture; she left as soon as I was born. My father often told me she was a whore and would have been useless at being a mum. I never said anything and never asked about her, even though she would often be on my mind growing up.

Dad was the only person I had, no other family. We were poor, which meant I never had what other children had, only board games he would find. Most of the games that are here are the ones that is left of that life I had. I say the games are from thrift stores since I don't like bringing up my family, dad most importantly.

He was never a bad father, he did everything right except for his drinking. That's when he changed into someone I never knew. When I was little, I never saw him do it or even thought about the bottles that would be left all around the house. I never went near the stuff since it all had a disgusting smell to them. It would make me sick if I ever smelt it.

But also, when I smelt it, it was code to stay away from him. From the ages of two to nine, I knew when to be around him or not. Drinking never got worse until I spotted signs of how cruel he was, when I would leave my room for food or even just to the toilet. He would curse at me, telling me I had ruined his life, or I should die.

When he didn't drink, he would have a hot meal on the table and a board game waiting. Our annual match, only when I turned ten, they stopped since they weren't what he wanted to do.

"Kenna," Adrian said, pulling me back to the present which made me look toward Adrian again who looked slightly concerned. "Are you okay? You seem far away?"

Clearing my throat, I gave him a nod and turned to face him.

"I was thinking back to—" I started but stopped myself. Could I be that brave to let Adrian in to know what I had been through? This would be the first time I had ever opened to someone about what I went through or even said it out loud.

Without thinking, my words came tumbling out, about every little thing that happened between my father, what happened with him and what happened between us. Not once did Adrian's eyes leave mine till he moved slowly toward me, which I didn't noticed he was standing in front of me till his hands moved up and down my arm till one moved to my chin and wiped away a stray tear.

"I am so sorry, you went through all that," he whispered, resting his head on mine which only made me eyes close.

"Thank you for hearing me," I said with a sigh and opened my eyes to meet with his. "That's the first time I have ever spoken about him. No one knows what happened to the start, let alone what happened afterward."

Adrian stilled and stared at me. "You mean there is more to what happened to you?" His words sounded more of asking than a question.

I stared at him and let out a breath, while I let my eyes wonder to the side to where the game was still laid out. "Board games were his go-to thing to get me to be with him. It was the one thing that stuck when he wasn't drinking till it all changed."

Adrian's hand went to underneath my chin and moved me back to look at him. His eyes searched mine while his finger gently moved over a section of skin which sent tingles through me.

Goosebumps appeared, which made me shiver slightly.

What the hell was going on with me?

Clearing my throat, I stepped back but stared at him while his hand fell to his side. "I'll tell you, but we need to have something to drink and some food."

Adrian furrowed his eyebrows at my words, which only made me shake my head. "I'll tell you everything, but it is not being said over nothing or film. That part I would never ruin for myself. I'll make something quick, some pasta and sauce while you make some coffees."

Moving to the side and stopping next to him, I placed my hand on his arm and looked at him. "I'm telling you this because for some reason I feel safe with you and I think talking about it would loosen the tension between us, even talking why I came here for real may help too but we will see how far I get and how I feel after spilling all my past to you."

Adrian said nothing as I stared for a moment and moved away, heading to the kitchen.

Everything I had said to him just then was all true. I did feel safe with him which is weird with my track record but being honest with him, maybe it would help me move on from what has been holding me back in the first place and maybe to a hot man like Adrian, it would lead somewhere.