Forbidden Love

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

‘What on earth are you doing on my bed?’ The young man exclaimed in sheer disbelief, accentuating the word ‘what’, pointing his nicely shaped finger in my direction on ‘you’ and then poking his thumb at his chest on ‘me.’  

I brought a hand up towards my face and rubbed my eyes. Adjusting my head and squinting in the bright light, I made out a tall and ‘pwoah,’ very muscly body stooping over the bed, an annoyed expression pasted all over his sexy face.

Too bad his absolute disregard of gentleman etiquette and obvious arrogant persona put me off his good looking appearance.

‘Ugh… I just had those bed sheets dry cleaned, now it’s going to smell. And all that drool, don’t you dare wipe that filthy face on my bed.’  

I decided to irritate him further, wiping my wet mouth with my hand and rubbing it all over his precious bed sheets, messing up and staining it's previously clean and perfectly ironed state. 

‘Oh you pathetic animal, you’re doing this on purpose!’

'Wait... did you say "my bed"?' I popped my head up and asked while enjoying his discomfort.

'Yes you deaf woman. This is completely and utterly outrageous!'

It suddenly dawned on me… I was going to have to live with this jerk of a man for as long as it took for me to complete my studies in University. I squirmed on the bed, grabbing my hair and pulling it in all directions, yelling at the back of my throat in frustration.

'No, no, no…, I can’t do this. I’ll die. I’ll run away. No dying is the answer.’

Mr. Jerk seemed to have had completely enough of my ‘disrespect’ for his sanity, taking matters into his own hands by grabbing me off the bed by my waist and hurling my body over his shoulder. I tried to escape with all my might, clutching the now crumpled bed sheets, holding on as if it were to save me from death.

Well, technically, having to live with Mr. Jerk as my roommate was death enough. In fact, it stooped lower than death. In easy terms, I’d rather die than have to live with a snob like him.

Carrying my body as if it weighed as much as a feather, he yanked me forward, ultimately breaking my grip from the bed sheets which held a second chance of life. I screamed at the top of my lungs, kicking my legs with hope that any would strike his handsome face. I smacked my arms on his strong back, avoiding his firm, sculpted buttocks, which were directly in front of my eyes.

‘Let go of me, you asshole! I can sleep wherever I want. You’re not the boss of me!’

Mr. Jerk pushed past his bedroom door, stormed off through the living room and into another bedroom opposite his, kicking the door open in fury. Flinging my limp body onto the bed with an ‘oomf,’ he slammed his hands on mine to cease my wriggling action. Bringing his head down so it lingered above my face, I could feel his breath on my chin and see the brightness in his cobalt blue eyes.

I gasped in horror as he narrowed his eyebrows and stared directly in my eyes. They were a plain hazel, nothing spectacular.

‘Number one, do refrain from calling me asshole. My name is Travis.’

I ridiculed impolitely. ‘What sort of parent would name their imbecile son that?!’

Travis pushed my wrists down harder on the bed. I could hear his teeth grit firmly against each other as he tried in vain to keep his patience under control.

‘Number two, don’t you ever come into my bedroom again without my permission. My bed sheets were made of silk, terribly expensive, not worth getting some wretched girl’s germs all over. You see your bed?’