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Twelve: kind of a man whore

Isabella's POV

I wasn't mentally and honestly also not physically prepared for another encounter with Lukas. He was being an ass and I couldn't believe I thought I felt something bubbling inside the deepest of my being the other day. Unfortunately, wasn't he just a jerk but also Mia's brother and had agreed to going over to her apartment, the one she shares with her brother...

I sighed deeply when I put my hand up to knock at the door, waiting for Mia to open the door. I have never been so anxious for someone to open the door. Open it already... I heard fumbling at the other side before it flew open, the door slightly scraping over the floor, which caught my attention. My attention for the door quickly faded when I saw the person who opened it. I must have some bad karma in some way because Lukas opened the door. I had to contain my eyes from lingering on his lean body that was accentuated by light grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt. Get a grip, Isabella...

"What are you doing here..." He scoffed staring at my face before trailing his gaze over my body.

"Don't worry, I'm here for Mia..." I hissed trying to walk past him but his body obstructed my way through the door as he step out in front of me. It's the first time I was impressed by his height now that he was standing in front of me, defensively trying to block me. "Let me in." I said putting my lips in a straight line and crossing my arms to protest.

"Say please." He whispered leaning in towards my face, the warmth of his breath lingering through my hair.

"You wish." I hissed, moving forward trying to get through the door but he stepped aside, blocking me again and causing me to bump into his rock hard chest. He is so infuriating! If he thinks he can intimidate me like that he's wrong. I shook my head, clenching my teeth together. The more frustrated I became the more his smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Grrrr...I put my arms forward to push him out of the way and finally walked past him, my shoulder brushing against his body and leaving my skin on fire for some reason.

"Someone's in a good mood today." He growled while following me inside the apartment after closing the door and I'm pretty sure he rolled his eyes at me. I could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floor approaching and felt frustrated and angry because of what he said at the café.

"Well, you change moods faster than I can say the word mood swing." I bark at him while turning around and he frowned his brows.

"Ha! Oh come on... you don't even know me." He reacts stepping closer to me causing me to take a step back, my legs hitting the couch, unable to take another step. Why do I always find myself trapped. By him...

"I know enough to know you have some serious issues." I snarled but he wasn't going to give up without putting up a fight and his weapon of defense was always to make me as uncomfortable as possible. He put his hands on either side of me leaning on the couch, almost hovering over me. I wanted to lean back and lean in at the same time, avoiding his body from getting any closer or just giving in and putting my arms around him. My mind knew distance was the best option but try telling that to my body that almost exploded every time he gets close.

"You look like a nerd with those glasses." He said while smirking with those full lips and I was unsure if he meant it as a compliment or an insult. I even forgot I was wearing them but since he pointed them out, I instantly regretted putting on my black framed glasses. He already thought I looked dull, the glasses sure weren't going to help.

"Why are you so mean to me?" My lips said, because my mind wasn't ready for it. I was direct whenever I was around him, mainly because he frustrated me so much and he makes me so nervous I blurt out things before thinking.