My Racist(completed)..undergoing some editing

chapter 21

Selami.

"Good morning, Sel." He said,tickling my nose.I jerked up immediately and saw him smiling at me.

The last thing I remembered was him,reading me a story last night..maybe he had fallen asleep and...

"No...No." I choked out.

I searched the bed for any stains of blood and when I saw none,I scanned under the sheets to check for my missing underwear.His eyes followed my hands and laughed loudly."No we didn't." He confirmed,pulling me back to his chest.

I could not believe we had spent the whole of yesterday together both laughing without getting on each others nerves.His hair was messed up and his bare chest perfectly lined.

"So you like what you see."He teased,placing my hand on his chest.

"No.."My voice failed and he smiled at the effect he was having on me.

"Anyways...how are you feeling..the interview is today."

I shrugged and moved my head up from his chest.I was so afraid that I felt like hiding and crying and crying again but how I could tell him that?

He would just laugh at me and use it against me the next time we were involved in a fight.

"And if by chance,you faint." He chuckled."My arms are fit to cuddle you."

Lord!Did he just say that?

"uhh..I meant cuddle you so that the photographers would not criticize you and ruin your modeling gig.''He corrected.

"Could you please...go,I want to change." I stood up.I was in no mental state to face him,especially when he spoke like this-he was slowly eliminating all the bad thoughts I had for him and replacing them with ones which I was to scared to hold on to.

"Not without my shirt."He replied,staring at me.

What did he mean by not without my..Oh!

"Ummm,I can't ,"I looked away from him.His words always had this impact on me from the first day I had met him.

He stood up from the bed and walked towards me."I need it now." He said,more like a demand.

I walked faster away from him but he stopped me on my tracks with his hand pulling my waist and making me slam to his chest."Why won't you give it to me?"He whispered,nuzzling my neck."

I wriggled and rustled from his grip but he held me tighter."If you move one more time,I will give you what you are asking for." He smiled against my skin.

I remained still and silent,not because of his warning but my breath stunk.Why was he doing this?,I was a game and he was playing with my mind.

"I need a bath."I said,trying to sound unaffected by him but from the goose bumps forming on my skin I knew that I had failed.

"Why?" He asked,playing with my hair."It's' not time for morning sex."He mumbled against my skin.

"No..not that."I gulped at the thought of us doing.....

No,it would never happen and never with him.I could not forget so easily that his kind had raped my poor innocent sister to death.

"The interview." I breathed.

"Mmhmm."He mumbled.

"But I have to...."

"I need my shirt first."He cut in and spun me to face him.His cold eyes were gone leaving longing ones to stare at me and his breath was minty and hot fanning my face.