Toxins of Yesterday

Chapter Seventeen- You aren't making this easy

🎶Feel the light- Jenifer Lopez🎶

Claire's POV

I shot up from my sleep in sweat, covering my naked body with the sheet. Another nightmare, only difference was that this one was worst.

That man sure fucked me up with those pills for good. Those nightmares would only get worse from now on.

Wesker 2, Claire 0

Where was the bastard anyhow?

I felt like yelling at him for being the cause of my misery ever since I got here. I felt like I was being tormented by the devil himself.

Talk about waking up in hell.

Wrapping the maroon coloured sheet around my slender body I got of the bed. I needed to find clothes and fast. I wrapped my hair in a loose ponytail.

As soon as I made my way towards the other room my eyes fell on Wesker who was staring at the ceiling. He hadn't even noticed me, his eyes not leaving the ceiling as though he was thinking.

His black shirt was unbuttoned, his chest available to my blue eyes, those eyes watching his chest rise and fall. Well... If he wasn't such a bastard one could say he was quite an attractive male specimen.

I looked at my small hands, comparing how large he was in comparison to me. He must have made it his priority to work out so that when people threw lamps at him it broke.

My eyes fell to his belt, a cold shiver making it way down my spine. I could see every outline of his masculinity clearly.

I bit my lower lip. I've been craving a man's touch ever since my cycle ended a few days ago.

"If you saw the many ways I thought of killing you Ms Redfield you would not be looking at me like that" he stated, my body jerking at the sound of his masculine voice.

His eyes was still fixed to the ceiling, his dark glasses on the table before him. Now how the hell did he see me without looking in my direction?

I came back to reality, no matter how good he looked he was still a bastard.

"Finally you confess that you will eventually kill me" I remarked as I crossed my arms. He did what he did best, ignore me as he stared above him.

There were a few cigarette buds at his feet, there was also a shot glass and a bottle of whiskey on the table before him.

"Aren't you tired?" I asked and he looked at me, orange eyes not giving me any form of emotions. I sighed, if he wanted to sleep he could have told me to sleep on the sofa instead.

"I don't sleep" he stated as though I had asked him why the sky was pink. I folded my lips, feeling stupid.

Of course he wouldn't sleep. He wasn't even human to begin with. He felt nothing and needed nothing.

"Why are you here?" he asked, closing his laptop as he looked at me.

I dragged my eyes from his open shirt, my fingers curling around the sheet covering my body. Well Albert Wesker, you ensured that I would never sleep again.

"You may thank your pills for that" I told him, my arms crossed. He arched a brow.

"Nightmares ?" He asked while I tried to look at everything but him. That open shirt was really distracting and so was the bulge in his pants.

"Yep. They get worst and why am I telling you this because you gave me those 'sweet dreams be gone' to begin with" I told him, him standing.

" 'Sweet Dreams be gone?' " he asked, cocking his head. Wow, at least I got some form of emotion from him