Stained

Chapter 13

I'll just conceal my ass from his prying gaze by knotting the coat around my hips. Perv. I can't believe I have to do this.

I remove my coat from the crook of my arm and try to wrap it around my waist. I have one sleeve in hand but struggle to grab the other because of my sprained wrist. I huff out an annoyed breath.

I'm about to give up and say to hell with my phone when I feel a shadow form over me. Damien.

He bends till his face is mere inches from mine. Is he going to kiss me again? I move back but end up colliding against the car. Crap. I'm not scared about him kissing me as much as I am about me kissing him back.

Not diverting his eyes from mine, he grabs my coats sleeves and starts tying a knot. "W... what are you doing?" I stutter then gasp when he tightens the knot and pulls me into his chest.

When his eyes snap to my lips, I turn around, making his hands drop from my coat. I bend forward in his car to find my phone again.

I press the light on his car's roof, illuminating the car so I can see clearly. He's behind me, watching me, I can feel it like a suns ray. I'm relieved my coats covering my ass, otherwise, I'm certain his eyes would be on it. I don't understand why. I don't even have a big ass.

After searching every nook and corner I don't find it. What if I dropped it when he threw me over his shoulder?!

"Oh my gosh!" I whip around. "What if I dropped it when you threw me on your shoulder?!

He shakes his head and opens his mouth to say something but I rush past him before he can even get a peep out. I need to get my phone before someone takes it!

Just as I'm about to start running, Damien grabs my arm. "Let me go!" I shout, still running forward. "Someone'll take it."

"It's here," he says.

I look over my shoulder at him. "Where?" My eyes search the ground. I don't see it?

I see him reach into his pocket from my peripheral... and pull out my phone.

My lips slowly part in shock and my eyes grow wide as I register what just happened. Damien took my phone so I would come back. Who the hell does he think he is?

I jerk my arm out of his hold and am about to shove him away, but he grabs my arm before I can and shakes his head no.

I twist the arm he's holding and a frenzy of pain shoots up my arm. My eyes widen when I realise I was about to hit him with my injured wrist.

"Get off me!" I grit out through clenched teeth. He took my phone so I could get in his car! Who the hell does that?

He let's go. I snatch my phone out of his hand and run away from him.

"Hazel wait!" He shouts. I ignore him and keep running. "Hazel!"

"You're going to regret it!"

I freeze. Was that a threat?

I whirl around. "Did you just threaten me?"

He stops when he's half a metre away. "What? No."

Do I look stupid? "I'm going to regret it? So just be—."

"It's not what you think."

"And what do I think?" Does he think he's a mind reader?

"There's... there's..." he looks away, seeming defeated.

"Goodbye, Damien." Just as I'm about to turn around he grabs my arm. Not this again.

"Please stop touch—."