Living Out my Dreams

Chapter 8

 Chapter 8:

I awoke in a king size bed. All around me, Rose petals and photo frames of my friends enclosed the room with a hint of peppermint. I didn’t mind the scent, but it wasn’t something I would apply to my room anytime soon. It reminded me of my grandmother. She died when I was seven, and ever since then, I had always hated the smell of peppermint. Her name was Cindy, and she was beautiful. Cindy had always gotten her way, I guess a business in the music industry does that for you.

Returning from my daydream, that’s when I saw him. All 7ft of him, alongside the sexy features and the breathless smile... NO! Concentrate on getting out of here! He kidnapped you for all you know.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” he said, softly.

I growled, “Where’s Rose?”

No answer.

“Where. Is. ROSE.” I yelled.

Again, no answer.

Fine, if you want to play it like this…  I got up and traced my steps back to the door, only to be interrupted by the same man.

“Oh, no you don’t.” he said, with a hint of seduction. He turned me around to face him, before crushing his lips to mine. His kiss was passionate and enjoyable, but I didn’t want anything to do with him, and considering that he had kidnapped me meant he probably wanted more than a kiss. He pulled away, “Mmmm, tasty. Is that a hint of cherry?”

I smiled, “Yes, I’m wearing cherry flavored lip gloss,” I coughed, “I mean, no. Let me go!” I grabbed his wrist with my hand and tried to pry it away with the other.  

“Sweetheart, sweetheart. What honestly makes you believe you’re going anywhere?” he leant back in for another kiss and pulled me closer to him, so that our bodies were touching from the waist down.

This time, I pulled away. “I don’t know who you are, or what you want from me! Heck, I don’t even know your name! And just for the record, I have a boyfriend, and he will SO kick your ass! So put me DOWN!” I was quite proud of my whole speech I had presented in my defense… but he still had me around the waist and was vastly making his move. He had begun to make small, but obvious thrusts at my pelvic area. It was very suggestive.

He just winked at me and produced another rebut in return. “My name is Ethan, and just for the record, we have your so-called boyfriend here with us. But don’t worry, he’s not lonely… he has Rose and Justin to keep him company. Just relax.” He whispered into my ear.

I scoffed and gave up on playing good cop, bad cop. “Now you’ve gone too far. Get your filthy hands off of me.” I felt the pull of gravity leave my feet and noticed that Ethan had lifted me off of the ground and was carrying me over to the bed. “And NO, that does not mean pick me up against my will. I mean it, put me DOWN!!” That’s when my body made impact with the bed, and my world came crashing down… again. I was surprised when I

didn’t scream of pain in protest; it was more a moan of ecstasy. The bed was soft and had a duvet made out of duck feathers for comfort.

I felt Ethan’s body curving to the shape and form of mine and I knew that my intentions had always been right; get away. I squirmed and turned, always with one motive and one motive in particular… remove myself from this particular situation.

“Come on baby, I know you want me. But if you’re not ready like you claim to be then I’ll just have to wait then, won’t I?”

“Three things mister; one, I’m not your baby. Two, I’ll never be ready for you, because the only person I’ll be ready for is my boyfriend and three, GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!” I screamed into his ear which was vastly coming closer and closer until it was touching mine. His mouth was nuzzling at the side of my neck and a small moan escaped my lips. NO! No, no, no, no, no, no! Stop this shit; you have to get away from here. I thought mentally to myself. Why? Why me? I was happy, had finally gotten together with the guy of my dreams and Rose had connected with her one true love. It wasn’t fair.