Her Seduction

The possibility

|Melanie-Rose's p.o.v|

Elijah's honesty earlier, took me by complete surprise. I didn't expect him to cave in over a few words spoken, well yelled in anger. It took him over a week to confess anything or even approach me, but I know what he's like. If I'm honest, i didn't expect him to apologise, that's not the kind of man he is.

Usually, he would just go about as if nothing had happened but he hadn't even attempted to approach me if any way. I almost gave in to his new approach many times, but Amara reminded me who i was several times and took to pouncing on me if the conversation even raised; it had several times. I lived before him, i could live after him. It was a mantra my subconscious reminded me every time i almost bypassed my better judgement .

How did that work for you, she chides in once again.

Since i was avoiding Elijah and he wasn't exactly making a move towards me, i trained with Isaac. It was different, sightly easier. He didn't push me the way Elijah did, didn't make me sweat as much, which i was thankful for. I couldn't handle that torture again. Although, I'd be lying if i said i didn't miss the way his hands felt on my waist when he positioned me correctly, or the way his breathing increased and fanned my neck when i finally managed to tackle him to the floor. Isaac didn't test my senses by blind folding me- I'm beginning to think that was just one of Elijah's vulgar fantasies.

As i look up to see him peacefully sleeping, my chest does this weird thing where it feels all warm and fuzzy. My stomach does back-flips just hearing his inconsistent, slow breathing. The way his eyes ere shut but not tight. His parted lips were torturous. I reached up, arching my neck slightly, i trace his lips with the pad of my thumb, gently so not to wake him up.

I know he's been struggling to sleep. I've heard him outside my bedroom door late at night, or early in the morning. He's trashed his office multiple times, daily to be exact. He was rarely leaving his office, barely eating, barely sleeping even. It took multiple conversations with myself to convince me not to rush back to him and try to calm him down every time he sprung out of control.

It pained me that he was spiralling out of control, but if i'm honest, i think he needed it. He's so used to getting what he wanted and i had to show him i'm not just another girl. He couldn't treat me the same way he did them- which was rude and mocking to say the least. He wasn't going to make a fool out of me and he had to know that.

I don't doubt that, that was our final conversation like that. We wouldn't be us if we didn't have the occasional argument. I move out of his arms, in an attempt to not wake him.

As i free myself from his hold he shifts to his side and i fear i have woken him. I wait for a moment, ensuring he's still asleep, before heading into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment, mainly at my eyes they're lighter than normal. My attention is quickly drawn to the birds nest on top of my head though- he has sure seen me in some bad states, i laugh at myself.

As if noticing i'm not in the room, alarms are raised. "No!" I run back into the bedroom to see Elijah's arm stretched across the bed and he's thrashing around in his sleep. I've heard him in this state from his room but I've never witnessed one of his nightmares. I wonder what causes them?

stop being nosy.

"No. Fuck!" He yells again.

I rush to his side and carefully grip his shoulder while attempting to soothe him. Nothing. He's still thrashing about like a maniac and shouting. I shake his shoulders harder until his eyes dart open and his hand grips my wrist.

His green eyes land on mine and i can see the hurt, the vulnerability. Never did i think i'd see this powerful, dominant man show a vulnerable side. He's scared of something, but what? My curiosity peaks.