You want me to do what now?! Chapter 6
Recap
"James!" I protested trying to cover myself up. He was having none of it. His left arm went tighter round my waist while his right arm snaked under my arm and went diagonally across my upper chest till he could rest his hand on my left shoulder. I sighed in defeat knowing that he wouldn't be argued with. "OK." I sighed resigned, feeling his triumphant smile against my neck. "But if you dare touch my sexy arse," I paused to chuckle to myself "I will castrate you in your sleep." I smirked, only half joking. I couldn't physically keep my eyelids open and so succumbed to the blackness that was sleep. Just before I was completely gone I felt warm breath against my ear and heard James' possessive tones.
"Mine." That single word still managed to send shivers down my spine.
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I woke the next day and stretch, prying open my eyes but quickly abandoned the attempt when the bright white surrounding walls blinded me. I made to swing my legs over the side of the bed to get up but was prevented from doing so by the iron grip that a certain somebody *cough* James, had on my body. His left arm was draped over my waist, leaving his hand tucked under, whereas his other arm had snaked under mine and his hand was resting under my bra cup. I did a double take in my head. Under my BRA CUP! I did the first thing that came to mind. I bit his arm in the first place I could reach it. He woke up with a yelp whilst rolling away from which I took advantage of by leaping out of the fluffy bed where he was cradling his arm to his arm against his broad chest.
"What the hell was that for?!" He growled at me while still checking out the bite marks that I had left on him with an angry expression on his face.
"Well, you had your hand on my boob. But consider yourself lucky.... I could have castrated you." I shrugged nonchalantly and allowed myself a small smirk at the speed with which he had shut up. "Now are you going to get up and cook your dear, dear fiancé a full English breakfast?" I asked while striking a pose even though I was in my underwear I didn't really care.
"Keep dreaming princess." He snorted while jumping out of bed and yanking some jeans on. I sniffed in feigned disapproval and whipped a dressing gown off the hanger next to the bed so I could go and fix myself some food since the jackass wasn't going to bother. I strolled out of the bedroom because, unlike yesterday I was confident that I knew where everything was, plus I followed my nose that had detected the ever delicious smell of cooking food. When I arrived in the kitchen I saw Calvin sat, still in his underwear might I add (typical boy), reading the newspaper and Cole stood there like my favourite person would at the moment, cooking nothing other than a full English breakfast. I knew I liked that boy for a reason. I squealed and ran up to him just as he was plating the food up, wrapping my arms quickly around his waist and planting a swift kiss on his cheek before grabbing my plate and proceeding to through it down my throat. I heard a small chuckle from behind me.
"Someone's hungry eh?" James said before two arms wrapped around my waist. I pushed my plate away from me since the happiness had officially gone although I had eaten nearly all of it. I started pulling at his fingers so that they wouldn't be pulling me close to his rock solid, muscular, buff, perfe-. I cut myself off there. Naughty thoughts Evangeline, naughty thought! He is an arrogant, pig headed, sexist, pathetic excuse of a boy! I thought to myself satisfied.
Keep telling yourself that honey. A voice in my head mocked.
Shut up! It's true. I defended myself.
But you love him for it. I let out a mental sigh and ignored the voice from then on out and continued with pulling at James' fingers.
"Aw honey, don't you want me near you?" He asked in a fake sad voice with a puppy dog pout on his face which almost made me cave in... almost.
