Destined To Be.

Chapter 7

Ayla,

I wrap my wet hair in a towel and make me way downstairs. Late night snacks are my downfall but I can’t help myself as Mamma always goes overboard with cooking, resulting in plenty of leftovers.

I head to the kitchen. Opening the fridge I load a small plate of chicken roast, salsa and pokaros. With my chilli-sauce in hand I head back to the living room to watch good old Netflix.

I love it when everyone has gone to bed and it's just me, a plate full of delicious food and obviously Netflix. I about to bite into my chicken when I hear a knock on the door.

What?

Who the hell is knocking on the door this late?

Sighing, I take my plate of food with me, taking a bite of a pokara. Opening the door I see none other than James and his looking at me as if he was to strangle me.

“James, have you’ve noticed the time?” I lean back against the doorframe. Hoping he gets the hint.

“Where were you?”. He grits out, he stinks of cigarettes and my tummy recoils at the smell.

“What? I’ve been at home and why sh….”

“Where did you go with that fucker Tom?”. He rudely interrupts me, clenching his jaw.

What the Fuck!!

“Woah. Firstly, Keep your damn voice down and secondly what the hell has it got to do with you anyway?” I don't like the way he’s acting as if he has some right over me.

“Did he touch you? Did he kiss you? Tell me be….” .

I push him so I can come outside and close the door behind me slightly.

“What the hell James!! What's with the questions?.” I seriously want to slap him one but instead I quickly stuff another pokora into my mouth and chomp down on it..hard.

“Just answer me Ayla, If that fuckface has made any moves on you then I'll beat the cr…”

“And what if he had?” I continue stuffing my face as it’s kept occupied for I don't know what I'll do as James is acting so crazy right now.

He stills and his face looks as if he’s about to explode with all the color rushing to it. I smile inwardly, I don't know why but his reaction is so funny and my tummy clenches at the thought.

He’s Jealous!!

A Jealous James!

My oh My...over little old me.

“He better not have Ayla, you’ll know what would happen if I see any male even entertaining the idea.”. He warns me darkly and for some perverse reason I love it.

Oh my God!

James Dean Hudson is  really boiling with Jealousy!

“Oh really!” I Scoff, rolling my eyes, inwardly jumping with glee.

“Seriously Ayla, I'm not kidding around, so do not push my buttons, darling.” He takes a step forward and I can’t help taking one back.

The way he said darling had my tummy clenching as I see the look in his eyes , his gaze rakes over me.

Crap!

I've just realised that I still have my towel wrapped around my head and I’m wearing a black sleeveless , thin cotton salwar/Kameez that I reserve for nightime .

“Answer me Ayla!" He keeps on approaching until my back hits the wall crowding me in, my plate is the only thing that is preventing us from touching.