Blue Moon

CHAPTER THREE

-SHIN-

"What did you say?"I asked and shook my head. Nah. Maybe I just misheard it.

Raffa Greyson sat up straight, folded his hands together above his legs, and stared at me more intently as if he were trying to read me. A crooked, mesmerizing smile formed on his lips.

My left brow rose so high that it practically touched my head's crown. What's this guy doing? Is he attempting to divert my attention with his menacing smile and passionate gaze? Although, why? Why is he such a seductive specimen of the male kind that he makes me want to salivate?

I merely wiped the side of my lips out of concern that I was drooling without realizing it, and when I realized I wasn't, I mentally exhaled in relief. 'Good. No drool means I won't disgrace myself.'

Raffa interrupted the unpleasant pause that was growing between us by repeating what he had earlier stated, "I said, live here with me for a month."

Due to a loss of balance, I eventually felt embarrassed when I stumbled from the monoblock chair. I cried out in pain when the floor snagged my butt, "Aw! My gorgeous ass!"

"Hell!" Raffa groaned and immediately got to his feet. "Are you okay?" He tried to help me o but I pushed him away and continued to stand.

"Don't touch me!" I screeched as I felt the same electrifying tingles when my hands brushed his chest again. I shivered as bewilderment flooded my head. It was the third time. What the heck is that?

Raffa took a step back after heaving a long breath. "Calm down. I merely want to assist you. I'm harmless."

"There is no harmless guy who will blab dumb things like he wants to live with a female in front of her face like he's simply munching chocolates. Excuse me, Mr. Devil Greyson, but for me —"

"It's Raffa," he corrected.

"You think I care about your crappy name, you p*****t! Let me clarify the things for you," I gave him a very serious face and sneered, "Even if you're the most attractive man alive on this planet, you will never convince me to cohabit with the likes of you. No, sir! I am not that desperate and prudent, you hear me?"

Heck!

He made an outrageous proposal to me, and I couldn't believe he would do it. I'm innocent. I haven't ever been touched or kissed!

Sorry, but the dickhead was speaking to the wrong woman. I promise that I'd stay pure till I found my way out of that desolate area, regardless matter whether he looked like one of those models in a well-known magazine.

With a sheepish grin, Raffa slouched with his hands in his pockets. He continued to pace, which pressured me and caused me to take a step back. "But I am not giving you any other choice so why am I even bothering asking you, woman?"

"You are not giving me what? And wait!" I was suddenly terrified and squeaked, "W—what are you doing, huh? Will you stop? Don't get any closer or I'll slap you again!" I warned him and held up my right hand.

He didn't pay attention, though, and in an instant, he had moved across to seize my arms. A yelp broke out of my lips the moment my spine hit the cold wall after being shoved there by him.

"Tsk, tsk. Such a spitfire, mate." He snarled, towering over me,

What the heck! I swallowed hard as he surrounded me like a trap for mice. Like in those movie scenes, he effortlessly pinned my wrists up above my head.

"Get off me!" I shouted and tried to yank my hands away, but I was unsuccessful because of how tightly he was holding onto me.

Damn it!

Is he mistreating me?

I was ready to curse at him when I inhaled his potent mixture of apple and mint scents from close contact, which made me feel lightheaded. My body stopped resisting as the strange sensations swept through my veins like wildfire and my heart started to beat erratically. This electrified my entire being.

Once more, I had too many questions on my mind. 'Hell! It eludes me. Why? How? Where! What's up with those silly sparks? Is this man some sort of human weapon?'

"What's wrong, sweetheart? I thought you were going to slap me," Raffa whispered in my ear in a playful tone. He smirked as his eyes skimmed my face.

I clenched my teeth and spat at him, saying, "Go to hell!" while giving him a murderous glare.

He simply smiled at me more broadly, his handsome face brimming with amusement.

I gave myself a mental pat on the back.

'Please oh please! Why do I keep admitting the jerk is attractive? Am I an i***t?' I shook my head and allowed my mouth to take control of my clouded brain. "Listen closely, Mister. I will never live with you ever even in one second, in one minute, or one month! Put that inside of your thick mind, you oa—!"

When he released his grip on my wrists, Raffa didn't let me complete what I was saying and instead grabbed the back of my neck and groped my waist.

My lips gaped in surprise as my eyes widened. That was quickly exploited by the jerk. Before I could get rid of him, Raffa advanced and pressed his lips against mine in a passionate possessive kiss.

My eyes continued to expand.

No!

My mind cried out, but as he inserted his tongue and probed my lovely caverns, my resistance melted away like ice cream. My knees felt like they were going to give way, so I let out a groan and grabbed him.

I found it difficult to open my eyes while Raffa began to bite, kiss, and nibble my bottom lip. 'God. Why is he good," I moaned mentally. I was about to return his kiss when he abruptly stopped, leaving me perplexed and my lids to flutter open.

"The agreement has been sealed," Raffa muttered and smooched the tip of my nose. "Now you are mine for a month, human." He released me and stepped aside as if nothing had happened.

My mouth dropped open, and I blinked in stupefaction. 'Wow, what the heck just happened? Is he playing a joke on me?'

My expression darkened, and I was about to rain him with profanities, but I quickly stopped when I realized what he was calling me.

Human.

He called me human. Yet why? Ain't he not?