Loving Lylah

Chapter 33

Lylah

My eyes widened as he stumbled in, pushing me back. I took a few steps away from him and cringed at his dishevelled state. His hair was messy and his clothes were wrinkled. Guess someones been at the bar.

He looked at me and my breath got stuck in my throat. It was a look of pure fury he threw at me. His face darkened as I took a tentative step back.

"Lylah. Sweet, sweet, Lylah." He drawled out tauntingly, brushing his fingers across my cheek. I flinched away from his touch and glared.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I gritted out as I crossed my arms across my chest, covering myself from his wandering eyes.

"I got a call from your father." He spat out. "Wasnt a very pleasant call."

Said he was calling off the deal. Do you think you're too good for me?! Huh slut?! How dare you insult me like that!

He walked forward, his angry form cowering over my small one.

"What are you- what- are you doing"? I stuttered put as I stumbled back. The predatory look in his eyes made a shiver run down my spine and that's when I knew that letting him in was the biggest mistake id made.

"Lyle?" I called out as my hands reached behind me, searching, grabbing at anything that could be used in my defense.

"Oh sweet Lylah. You should've never rejected me." He murmured as his eyes lowered to my lips and then back up to my eyes as he advanced towards me.

"Lyle, stay away from me, Istg if you so much as breathe in my personal space, I'll make sure you can never have kids." My threat was real but so was my fear. I swallowed hard as he let out a menacing laugh and I took another step back.

The laughter was gone and the fury was back. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I knew that despite that, I wouldn't stand a chance against him if he tried anything.

My eyes searched for an escape but he was blocking my path to the kitchen and the front door. The only way was back to my bedroom.

My eyes fell back on him, to notice he'd taken a step forward. His eyes were dark and menacing. Anger clouded his face as he spoke, his voice rising in volume. "You think you can get away with humiliating me? Think you can make your daddy call me up and break off the deal? We had a fucking deal Lylah and I'm here to collect the end of my bargain." He fumed before lunging forward and grabbing my arm in a painful grip.

I let out a short scream and instantly shot my leg out to kick him in the balls. It was like a reflex, don't blame me. I twisted my arm out of his hold as his face scrunched up in pain and he bent over.

I didn't take a second look as I sprinted to my bedroom, where I kept my pepper spray and taser. My bare feet thudded against the floor as swung open the bedroom door and turned around to slam it shut.

The door almost closed. Almost. A large hand pushed back the door and it rattled on its hinges at the force that it was slammed. A verryyy angry Lyle stood in front of me and I froze in fear. My heart raced in my chest and I took a step back.

"Lyle get the fuck away from me, I swear I'll call the cops." I choked out when he took a step forward each time I took one back.

"You won't have the chance Lylah." He murmured in a low voice as his eyes fell on my heaving chest. I shivered in disgust and took another step back, freezing when my back was met with a wall.

Great. I just had to be one of those stupid chicks that corner themselves into a wall.

My hands started shaking as Lyle loomed over me. His eyes were no longer the baby blue that made his vile self look good. No, they were much darker.