Monster of a Mate (On Hold)

●Chapter 47●

We were home already and we just crashed on the couch and watched some Disney movies.

Yeah, he watches animation.

So anyways, I had wanted to pee so I excused myself and went up the stairs, to my bedroom and locked the door.

I used the toilet and came out back and then I just folded my arms.

"Stalker much?" I said.

Did I say that before?

"Gummy bear, you have no idea," he said leaning against the window.

He looked so delicious just standing there. Ugh! I wanna jump him right now.

God Belle. I didn't know you were so naughty. Pull it together.

"So is that a hint that you've been stalking me even before we met?" I said arms still folded.

"What do you think?" he replied.

I shrugged. "Oh, I don't know." And almost yelled and emphasized, "I think that's creepy."

"Awe, is someone getting scared?" he said. "Don't worry I'll protect you."

"You have some nerve showing yourself in the forest to try kiss me and then on top of that, come to my house. Hell no. You better get out of here before I call the cops," I said voice filled with anger.

Yeah. That's right. Let him know I'm not afraid.

"And what are they going to do? Huh princess? What?" he said almost mocking me.

"Oh if they don't do anything. Then I f^cking will," I gritted out.

"Gummy bear, why the sudden change of behavior? You were nicer earlier," he whined.

Okay. That's just funny but I'm not going to laugh nor smile.

"Listen here buddy, if you're h0rny I get it. You wanna have $ex, I get it. But I can't give you any pleasure. So before you go all psycho on me and me go all psycho on you. I suggest you leave my house peacefully and I'll never mention this to anyone. Not even my own brother," I said walking towards the door.

"But the party is about to get started," he said.

He bristled and at the perfect angle the moon light shone on him. He was downright gorgeous, no lie about that.

Messy hair? Check. Perfect body? Check. Beautiful eyes? Check. Perfect face? Check. Inconsiderate, sarcastic, son of a b!tch? Check.

Anyone wants him? Just hit me up. Maybe you guys can hook up with him.

I walked across the room and was just about to hold the door knob but Mr. Hot Psychotic held my wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

I spun around and tried to get his grip off of my hand.

"Let go of me! Or I swear, I'll use my voice to get you off of me," I warned.

"And what are you going to do? Scream? Now where's the fun in that?" he said.

I tugged at his hand which were covered in black gloves.

Gloves? Why is he wearing gloves?

Belle, he's about to murder you. That's why. God! I swear I should've watched more NCIS.

No fingerprints, no proof, no prison.

He just won't let go of my wrist.

"What are you? Iron Man?" I said.