My Alluring Indiscretion

Chapter 3- who are you

Songs you should to listen to in this chapter

'Dangerous woman' by Ariana Grande

'Into you' by Ariana Grande

'How far does the dark go' by Anya Marina

'Beautiful' by Bazzi ft Camilla Cabello

'I did something bad' by Taylor Swift

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Emma's POV

Zing!

An indescribable feeling washes over me and I stall my struggle for a second before fighting back.

"Mmm mrmm!" I try my best to scream. His hand covers my mouth, muffling my voice. He scans my face, his gaze intense. He really is good looking, I always thought criminals would look cruel and harsh but no, not this one. There is something in his eyes, hidden under a thick layer of defence.

I place my hands on his chest, pushing as strong as I can. He doesn't budge not even slightly. This is a battle of might and I'm definitely not going to win against him.

"Who are you?" My mind concentrates on his deep husky voice.

"Where am I?" He questions aggressively. "Hmm hmm." He stares at me in confusion.

"Mmem hmzzz." I try again. I pick up my finger and point to his hand that's on my mouth.

"No way, you'll scream."

"Himm womm." I say. Trying desperately to speak to him through my eyes which he so captivatingly holds. I give him a nod of assurance. He seems like he's in a mental debate but then he finally looks up at me.

"You scream and I kill you." A cool metal to my neck lets me know he isn't bluffing. Oddly enough I'm not as scared of the knife as I thought I would be.

"God you're dumb." Are the very first words to leave my mouth. "You're in my house and you should be thanking me for not getting you arrested." I say glaringly.

"Shut up and give me a phone." Did he just snub me?

"Can't really move if there's a knife blocking me, now can I?" We enter a stare-down. "It's not rocket science you know." I roll my eyes. Rather than slashing my throat mystery man moves his hold on me.

"Owww." I rub the back of my neck.

"Are you a criminal?" I ask my vision coming into focus.

"No, now hurry up."

"Geez alright you don't have to be so pissy" I say, eyeing him keenly. "Are you a rapist or a murderer?" I ask again. He simply frowns.

"I'm not helping you if you are, I don't care if you kill me for it." I say ironically. "I'm not—" He looks down and then up at me. "A criminal." The words almost shamefully leave his lips.

"You're bleeding." I remember, leaning into him. He doesn't waste a second as he backs away. "It's okay, when I had the chance to turn you in I didn't. I can help you." I assure him.

"Why?" He asks. Even I don't know why. Why am I being such an idiot? I should run for the hills then why the hell am I not? My bedroom door swings wide open and mystery man quickly hides behind the opened door. "Miss Emma should I bring you your dinner?"