The Bite Me Phase

Chapter 9: My Stupid Mouth

Chapter 9: My Stupid Mouth

                She hadn’t heard footsteps.

                She silently cursed her senses for being traitors when she recognized Miles’ deep, husky voice.

                “Who was that?” He was leaning against the closet door. He spoke curiously but his eyes held a much more intense gaze. She wondered why he even asked, if he already knew.

                “How long have you been listening?” She asked, her eyes narrowing.

                He shrugged, pulling off his shirt in one quick motion. Every witty comment, or smart cover up she had had quickly died at the sight of his well toned, very muscular chest.

                Wait. Why did he take off his shirt?

                She could see the hint of a smirk on his handsome face as he watched her expression. But just like before, his eyes held a completely different emotion.

                “Long enough,” he told her and it took her a second to realize that this was the answer to a previously asked question. He pulled another shirt out from the cabinet that was next to her and he slipped it on.

                Ah, that’s how he found her.

                She sat up more abruptly. She wiped away any drool that may or may not have been at the edge of her mouth and she composed her face to its familiar mask. Even she had begun to feel as if she lost herself and found the mask in return.

                “Who were you talking to?” He asked again, his voice slower but oozed with a control she almost forgot he had.

                Lexi was still watching him, trying as hard as her self control allowed her, to keep her faze firmly on his face.

                Not that that helped much because even his chiseled face was drool worthy.

                “No one important,” she told him her voice clipped. She was beating him at his own game. He liked to play vague and mysterious but he forgot that she liked to demonstrate that anything he can do, she can do better.

                Well, she liked to demonstrate as well as she possibly could because as much as she hated to admit it, Miles almost always won. And almost was only added to help her ego because the truth was that Miles always won. Except in relationships.

                He chuckled but it was humorless and his eyes were colder then she had first noted.

                “Well you were obviously talking with someone,” he told her, his voice was demanding a name. But Lexi never took well to demands.

                “No one important,” she said, correcting her statement.

                He rolled his and before she knew it had grabbed her. His fiery, warm touch she remembered but it was the hardness and the hurtfulness in which he had grabbed her that was new.

                He was mad. Madder then she had first realized. She had seen glimpse of his temper over the years; she had known it to be just below his skin. Always there, burning to be released, and when it was it was scary.

                His smooth, barely tanned face was blotchy and his brown eyes were dark, darker than there normally chocolate color.

                Lex suddenly realized why this scared her so much, because Lexi Madison was hardly scared of anything.

                She was scared because she realized how much he looked like his father.

                “Stop lying, Lex,” he told her. His voice threatening and his eyes glazing over making him unrecognizable, even to her.

                She tried shaking her arm out of his grasp, but it didn’t budge. “Let go of me,” she hissed.

                His eyes softened a touch but not enough. “Tell me the truth, Lex.”

                “I don’t have to tell you anything. Don’t grab me, you’re acting like your father,” she had intended for it to be harsh but when the words came out, she instantly regretted them. He flinched, as if she just burned him. She took this opportunity to move away from him.

                He looked at his hand for a split second before rubbing it against his face. He dropped his gaze from her.

                When he looked back up, the lost look in his eyes was gone. There wasn’t an ounce of vulnerability left and she recognized the closed off look that passed across his face.

                He was in control again, she thought. She wasn’t sure if that was any better though.

                “It doesn’t matter, Lex, I already know who it was.”

                Then he left her there standing in his bedroom closet with a phone clutched in one hand and red marks on the other.

                But the pain that she should have felt on her arm was none existent because the emotions going on inside of her hurt much more.