14 Nights In Emeliano's Bed

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Rebecca's pov

Emeliano made slow steps towards me, like a lion preparing to attack its prey.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't have said no to him, but how was I supposed to find out the truth? Well, I know one thing for sure, whatever Emeliano's thinking right now? It can't be good.

Come to think of it? He said something to me the last time I said no to him. Something about him making me touch myself in front of him. God no.

"W-what are y-you doing?" I stuttered. My heart was hammering in my chest, every pump accentuated and sped up, as I took a few steps back, only to hit the book shelf.

"What do you think?" He asked, there was this edge to his voice that made goosebumps rise on my skin.

Finally, he reached me, closing the distance between our bodies, his fingers moved to graze my cheeks and down my jaw, his eyes pinning mine in place.

"Are you about to have an heart attack? Cause, at the rate your chest is moving..." He trailed off, bringing his head down to the crook of my neck, his harsh breath sent shivers down my spine, making me feel something I haven't felt before... Something that I liked?

"Does this affect you?" He whispered, lips grazing my neck, as he trailed soft kisses on my nape, sending my skin and heart into overdrive.

This should disgust me after what he did yesterday, but I was frozen in place.

"No." I managed to let out.

"Really?" He asked, nibbling my ear lobe, making this weird sensation run down my stomach. I gritted my teeth together, trying to stop the sound that was about to erupt from my mouth.

"Not a chance." I murmured, trying to calm my breathing.

I felt one of his arms encircle itself around my waist, pulling me closer to him, a small gasp escaped from my lips as his striking dark eyes met mine. "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

"And you're a-" well, I was unable to complete my sentence because his lips came down on mine, sending tingles through my spine and down to all my nerve endings.

Any girl in my position would be fighting him off now, but I- I wasn't, instead of hating this kiss... I was- enjoying it?

But this is wrong, it is supposed to feel wrong, I'm supposed to hate this... But-

His lips moved gently on mine, gently slotting together like puzzle pieces, the way my body reacted was a whole new feeling.

What I felt, I know he felt it to. The way my heart warmed up to the feel of his lips on mine, I knew his heart warmed up too, I just knew it.

It has never felt like this whenever Mason kissed me. Mason's kisses convinced me that there was no such thing as butterflies in the stomach or any of that cliche stuff, but Emeliano's kiss, it was different- my stomach was on freaking fire, not just my stomach, my body! and my knees felt like jelly.

Why didn't I ever feel like this when Mason kissed me?

Mason!

I pushed Emeliano off of me immediately, he looked stunned at my reaction, but barely a second later, he had his very delicious lips stretched into a very cocky smirk. "Allow me to make a guess. Mason?"

My eyes widened as I tried to catch my breath, I was actually finding it difficult to balance myself. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked him.

He paused for a moment, it was like he was thinking for the perfect reply. "Did it affect you?"

"No, not one bit." Liar.

"You're a really bad liar, don't do that in public." He tucked his hands into his pockets as he moved to his table again.

"What? Lie?"

"Yeah- you're really bad at it."

I tucked my hair behind my ears. "Why did you kiss me?" I asked again.

"I don't know, I guess I wanted to know how much I affect you, sexually. But don't worry, I got my answer." He smirked, sitting back on his chair.

I took a step forward when I was sure my legs wouldn't fail me. "W-what was your conclusion?"

"A lot... I affect you- a lot." He said, sitting down and starting up his laptop.

Well, he was right... He affected me alot, and I think I should be worried about that. I shouldn't be attracted to this man, but- look at him! Who wouldn't be affected by someone who looks like a walking sex god!

Well, it didn't matter before, but after years and years of reading romantic books, watching movies and wishing for your boyfriend to touch you sexually, it somehow does matter now.

Well, you never asked Mason to touch you like that.

I sighed. "You're wrong."

"And you're lying again." He said, without looking up.

Well, that kiss was overwhelming.

I liked it, I really did. I shouldn't like it-  it's wrong, because I have a boyfriend that is worried sick about me.

"Do you know how much of a jerk you are?"

"No... But you can enlighten me."

I crossed my arms to my chest. "I deserve to know why you're keeping me hostage... I know it's more than just you trying to show the society what happens to people who disrespect you."

"Trust me, that's the only reason." He said again, not even looking up.

"I heard you talking about me to your secretary- Don't think I've forgotten about that."

"I wasn't talking about you, Rebecca." He said.

"Then why did you mention my name."

He looked up at me now. "I hate to break it to you, but there are thousands of people named Rebecca on Earth- not everything is about you." He looked back at his laptop now.

"Who was that 'Her' you were talking about? It sounded like she was some kinda ex or something?"

He shot me a glare. "None of your business, And she's not an ex!"

"So then, why did you kiss me like that? I'd hate to think that you have-"

"Do you have memory loss or something?" He asked me. "I was just trying to-"

"To see how much you affect me sexually?"

"Yeah... That." He looked away.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"I don't know, you can think whatever you want to think. That kiss didn't mean anything to me, in fact, it was the worst experience I've ever had... Trust me, it won't happen again."

My teeth sank into my lip trying to distract myself from the tingling feeling in my eyes.

I walked to the black leather couch at a corner in his office and silently sat there till the end of the day.

His words weren't supposed to have this much of an effect on me but they did, and the gut churning insults are awful... I dared to look up at him, only to find his eyes already on me, making my heart go ballistic.

Immediately, he looked away, like a kid that had been caught stealing cookies from a cookie jar.

What was that all about?

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