CHAPTER 16: HE OBVIOUSLY CASTED OUT A SPELL OR SOMETHING.
“Go shower first.”
I nodded as I skipped my way to our bedroom. We had to leave ahead since we didn't want to ruin the group's bonding time, we told them we were going to be fine but Lake didn't believe me. I just told her to stay with her boyfriend and enjoy their time. I don't want to steal her happiness and grieve with me. I have Louis and that's enough.
Once again, I stripped off my clothes and jumped on the shower. I immediately relaxed once the warm water poured down on my skin. Back home I take shower a lot of times but judging with today's events, I think I just broke my record. I showered for like four times I think since this morning.
After I was done, I quickly dried myself and changed into another pair of pajamas. This time, it wasn't Taz's face anymore, it was wait.. I can't seem to make out the unnatural print on my shirt. It's something I haven't seen before and I don't ever remember owning this material.
With just my bra on, I held up the shirt closer to the mirror in zoom effect, the print was blurry. I trailed my fingers along the print and realized maybe this wasn't mine. I noticed a small cursive writing below the print which is in the shape of a face by the way, it said: and the tears stream down my face.
I examined the print again and like a bulb appeared on top of my head, I realized that the face was Louis himself.
“Morgan are you done?”
And just on cue.
I quickly put on the shirt with a smile; “be out in a sec.”
When I flung the door open, he fell towards me causing me to fall on my back with him on top of me. Our noses touched as I blinked. We stared at each other for what seemed like a very long time 'till I felt like I was going blind.
“Fuck,” I whispered. Mostly because my back hurts due to the fall and Louis' heavy weight.
“Don't you like this Ms. Bell?” he teased. He was wiggling his brows while slowly grinding his hips against mine. I had to bite my lip in order not to make a certain sound that would be surprisingly pleasing to Louis' ears.
Oh sweet heavens, take me now!
I mustered up a closed lip smile; “Oh I do.”
He smirked in such a sexy way which made me regret ever saying that. Now I don't have any idea how my stupid plan will be put into action.
Well it's more of a technique actually. Rear naked choke isn't the only technique Ryder taught me. As I've told you before, I'm some wrestler in another world.
I raised my arms to wrap around Louis' neck, bringing him closer to me. His forehead rested against mine as I too, slowly ground my hips against his in an attempt to flip us over. When I was successfully on top of him, I grabbed his right arm and twisted my body so I was lying at his side, his head being in between my legs.
Can you get the picture?
Well I hope you're imagining it right though.
Anyway, I pulled his arm, his fist merely inches away from my face. With the right leverage, I pushed myself up a bit while pulling his arm. The sound of him groaning in pain made me pull his arm even more, causing him to shout in pain.
I jerked away immediately after hearing him curse.
That's good enough. But you have to pull even more if you want to break your attacker's arm. The sound of Ryder's voice telling me that long ago sent a pang of guilt washing over me. But seeing Louis in a state of bewilderment mixed with an emotion of amusement is just something I can't pass on.
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