Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

31: Speak of the Devil

☪Dark and Mysterious Love Trilogy:

"Roses of Possession"

31: Speak of the Devil

 Note: I will post the Sequel info if this chapter gets 30+ votes. :) x

~ "I climbed across the mountain tops,

Swam all across the ocean blue

I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules

But baby I broke them all for you.

Because even when I was flat broke

You made me feel like a million bucks

You do and I was made for you.

You see the smile that's on my mouth

It's hiding the words that don't come out

And all of them who think that I'm blessed

They don't know my head is a mess.

No, they don't really know who I am

And they don't know what I've been through like you do

And I was made for you.

All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am

So many stories of where I've been

And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything

When you've got no one to tell them to

It's true... I was made for you. ~

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"You're beautiful." He gently placed his hands on my waist and moved closer to me, our faces inches apart. I was startled by his fascinating eyes that thoroughly stirred into my soul. He smelled a little bit zesty. It's like a mixture of lemon and spicy pepper. His scent was completely new to me. He was new to me. "You're way too far different from all the girls I've met. You are...- perfect."

As my heart throbbed by the sight of his dazzling smile, he closed the gap between us. I laced my arms around his neck loosely, pushing his back on the lightly-painted wall. However, as he begged for entry, I stopped and pulled away. "This is wrong. You don't know anything about me."

Then, we heard thuds of footsteps from the stairs. He held me in his arms as the sound comes more audible. "He found you. He found you again, Jane." The door then bursted open.

I woke up from deep slumber, the paramount smell of mint filling my nose. I propped my eyes open but the harsh and eye-blindingly light from the window caused me to shut them close again. As I try to roll over, I recognized that an arm was draped over my waist, locking me in.

I inwardly yawned and raised my brow just as an unfamiliar room attended my sight. My head was throbbing and I suddenly feel like blowing up. My throat was incredibly dry and my eyes were kind of swollen. 

"Mmmm..." A moan and a hot breath from behind my neck alarmed me again. Where am I?

I looked up, staring at the dull and menacing ceiling. Why can't I remember a single thing? Then, slowly, the grip of the arm around me tightened. "Good Morning."  Zayn? I fully faced him, confusion running through my head. His eyes were intently fixated to the window, earning the sun's rays. 

"You're awake." He mumbled, a trifling smile playing on his thin pinky lips. 

"Is this your...," I trailed off, looking around. "Room?"