Burning Desire

Chapter 3

Hey guys! I am so sorry is has been forever since I updated but I haven't been getting good sleep this week and since school is coming to an end this semester it's been pretty busy. I think this chapter could have been better but it is what it is and there is a special surprise at the end of the chapter also.

Well I hope y'all enjoy it!

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Chapter 3

Elena's POV

Have you ever felt that in life, sometimes you are presented with information that should make sense but it doesn't. And the more you think about it, while trying to make sense of it all, it gives you a raging headache.

That is how I am currently feeling right now. I am wondering how on earth that I am feeling sparks when touched by this stranger, how I have seen these eyes in my dream, and why I am feeling darkness yet desire for this one man whom I have never met before.

"Are you going to answer me or do I have to throw you off this damn thing and have the water clear that drunken head of yours?" He tells me with anger in his eyes. Yet the more I stare at them I see something else deep inside them.

Attraction?

I must not be as sober as I thought. This man obviously is not attracted to me. I mean I threw up in front of him.

Oh my god.

I threw up in front of him. I feel heat creeping up onto my face. Nice, now I'm blushing. And I have still yet to answer him. I want to but I can't seem to form any words. I think he can tell I'm not going to talk because he picks me up and sits me on the edge.

"Fine water it is" He starts to throw my legs over then words start spilling out of my mouth.

"Wait.. wait I'll talk. Just don't throw me over. Please. I can't really swim" I say embarrassingly. He waits a second before pulling me back over. When I regain my balance, much to my dismay, he lets go of my body.

"Thank you" I whisper as I look in those mesmerizing eyes.

"You act as if I care that you can't swim. Well I don't."

When he said this it hurt me a little. I didn't like how he didn't care. Usually when people are mean I always let it go. I never let it get to me. But when he says he doesn't care, it got to me.

I wanted him to care.

Why? Don't let him get to you. He's an asshole. Forget him. My subconscious barks at me. Yes, I should just not let it get to me. But why am I feeling this way? What is going on with me? Why do I want him to care?

"Tell me, why are you on this part of the yacht?" He demanded.

"I had to use the bathroom and I wanted to see what was back here. After I saw it was just the cockpit I wanted to stay here and cool off." I replied immediately. His demanding voice made me want to submit to him. He scared me.

A part of me is terrified of him.

Yet a part of me is relaxed.

"No one is allowed back here. If you are here for the party you stay on the deck." When he spoke I felt belittled.

"Yes I understand" I said softly. If he wasn't so close to me, he probably wouldn't have heard me. We eye each other before he disrupts it.

"Why are you staring at me and not heading back up?" My face turns crimson. I thought he was staring at me too. I guess he was just waiting for me to go back.