Faction before blood?

Chapter 8

After I woke up in the morning, being sore in places I didn't even know could be sore, I had to face the real world head on, like only a dauntless would.

My clothes, that I weren't able to locate yesterday, were waiting carefully folded on the armchair. Neat-freak.

Eric's apartment was pretty cold, so I 'borrowed' one of his sweatshirts and made my way into the equally freezing kitchen. Being the giant that he is, he assumed se wasn't really bothered by the fact, that his bedroom could be located in the antarctica.

And there he stood, dressed in his leader uniform. The man that did certain things to me last night, things which should be considered illegal.

I fiddled with my sleeves, while I watched him leaning on the counter, holding a mug to his lips, to, without a doubt, covering the shit eating grin that he wore.

"I see you're still here. This time no sneaking out, eh, love?"

"What would be the point in that? My brother knows about us and I'm sure you'd just lure me right back in." I gladly accepted the glass of orange juice and the freshly cut fruit.

"Luring you in? You make it sound as if I was a dangerous animal, only waiting to devour you." In an instant he was behind me, attaching his lips to my neck.

"Maybe you're not as wrong as I thought." His seductive whisper managed to make me choke on the juice I tried to swallow. As I spluttered and coughed, trying to regain my breath, he just laughed, placing the cutlery in the sink, just like he'd done the night before.

I looked around the apartment that was at least triple the size of mine and realized, that everything, from the black tiles to the black furniture, was freakily clean. Being from Abnegation, I tended to keep my apartment tidy, but this was on a whole new level. I bet that I wouldn't find a thing that was out of place. Creepy.

Eric ended my inner monologue with his demands. Where they came from so abruptly, I had no idea.

"There are a few things we have to talk about. Like housing. I don't want you to live alone when you are further along in your pregnancy. The risk that you'd fall and no one would be near to help is too high. Especially with you being you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I began offended, but he just cut me off.

"Secondly, no stress. That means no work. You won't need the points, because I already own more than enough. If someone causes you distress, no matter who or what, send them to me. I will deal with the matter.

I want you to maintain a healthy and generous diet. You're too thin for almost eleven weeks. I would like you to gain a few pounds."

By now I was ready to give him a piece of my mind.

"However the last rule is one, you should follow religiously if you don't want anyone to die a very painful death. No other man's hands will come near your body, that is, if you want him to keep them.

You are mine and no one touches what's mine."

Throughout his rant he had move closer and closer, until he breathed the last sentenced directly besides my ear.

His close proximity almost made me forget his affronting words, almost.

"Firstly I will work. I won't sit at home with idle fingers, overindulging in your hospitality. I will work. We can gladly talk about me cutting hours, but I will continue to work. The same is with housing. I am willing to compromise.