15. Threatening the door!
1338 Words
*edited*
(Reminder : Flashback is still on)
I could hear constant muttering, growling and groaning the whole time. I was sitting on a bed as I looked through my phone.
Daisy
Dorian
Drake
Dylan.
Ha Dylan! Found it.
I pressed my phone to my ear and it rang endlessly. Nope. No answer at all. Dylan must be busy with his girlfriend, August. I don't like her really.
"Oh your sister is so cute Dylan. Look at her hair. Aw!" I mimicked.
"i***t!" I scolded. I didn't like her one bit. I usually don't happen to see her face. Guess why?
Because it is always in my brother's face! Sucking each other's face off I tell you.
"You wanna change?" the boy who had escorted me out of the party, smirked, handing me a pair of shorts and shirt.
Dylan is to blame for not picking my calls. Not my problem if I have to spend a night with this hottie now.
"No pant?" I asked.
"I'd prefer to see your legs."
"Pervert" I mumbled, hopping out of the bed and falling straight into a pair of hands. Strong arms. He definitely works out.
"I will be a gentleman and help you change."
Yeah? Maybe. Okay then. Such a gentleman
Woah. No. Not at all.
"Pervert you!" I slapped his chest. Toned. I am not going to let go of the chance to touch his chest.
I slipped into the shorts but not before falling off, tangling my legs in them. The shirt was too lose. I tied my hair up in a bun and I called him.
"Excuse me? I don't know your name."
"Miller."
"Miller?"
"Adrian Miller."
Billion dollar smile!
So handsome! It is not fair to have such a handsome face from the opposite species and not even know him.
Well obviously! You can't have a 'pretty' person from the opposite species.
Brain! Sh right now.
"You talk to your brain?" he looked amused.
"How do you know?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"I heard you" he smiled.
He heard me? Talking to my brain?
"Yep. I did."
Now he is being spooky.
"It's that you think out loud" he chuckled.
Wierdo!
I fell on the bed with my face down. The pillow smells so good.
"You perfume your pillows?"
He looked.. hurt? In pain? I don't know.
"You might want to sleep" he chuckled.
"I like it though. Smells good."
I dragged the good for the effect.
"Wanna sleep?" he joined, next to me, on the bed.
Point number one. He is shirtless.
Two. I don't know if I want to look down to see what he is wearing.
A peek wouldn't hurt anyone.
Boxers.
I am as calm as I can be.
He is wearing boxers to bed!
"I find that comfortable, yes" he half smirked.
"Wanna sleep ?" he asked. Again.
Maybe. Maybe not. First let's clarify.
"With you?" I asked.
That half smirk stretched into a huge one.
"Why not?"
"I have to consider" I thought. I mean he doesn't look bad and I am still a virgin after all. And all my friends ain't anymore. Not peer pressure or anything.
"I am a virgin though" I added, looking at him.
"You are?" he asked and I nodded.
"Don't laugh!" I yelled as I saw him bite his lips.
"Of course not baby" he burst out laughing.
Thanks!
"You horrible person!" I sat up.
"It's just that you look cute."
Makes no sense. But. That was so enough to make me lay down again.
"Tell me about you."
Why should I? Let's have some fun.
"I am Daisy. I am twenty three years old and.."
"Elizabeth. You definitely don't look twenty three" he chuckled.
"How?" I sat up, amazed.
"I am.."
"A mind reader? I thought so. Like how else would you know my name is Elizabeth."
He is so damn hot. Look at the way he smiles. I have never found any smile so hot!
"You are hot."
Me and my mumbling. I must stop them.
"I hear that a lot."
Cocky much? I would have expected a thank you!
"I mean you are okay ish. I have seen godly figures."
He chuckled again.
"I didn't know Elizabeth Hurst was this damn cute."
"Hot? Yes I am" I corrected.
"That you are."
I smiled. That I am.
I snuggled close to him and shut my eyes. I heard him take in a breath. He was smelling my hair?
"You wanna sleep with me, like what others do? What if I want the big deed?" I asked. He smiled.
"Not when you are drunk, no" he shook his head. "You don't know what you are asking for" he chuckled.
"Of course I do" I huffed.
His hand rested on my waist as he pulled me close.
"You are one of a kind Liz."
And my sleep did take over.
****
I screeched so loud that my throat hurt. Where the hell am I? Who is this person next to me!
Not to mention my leg is tangled with his and I am wearing a pair of shorts! I am doomed.
Doomed.
I did the first thing that came to my mind. I slapped the hell out of his chest. It's good! But not the matter of urgency.
If I did have s*x with him, I must acknowledge my choice is great. But right now, I am hoping I did not.
"What the hell?" he growled, sitting up. His hand ran down his face and I couldn't help but stare at him in awe. Handsome!
Like so freaking cute he looked.
"Who the hell are you?!"
My voice as harsh and as perfect as it could get.
He rolled his eyes but I did not miss the spark of mischief that passed through them.
"We did not sleep together."
I hope so too alright?! But why would he say that? And that smirk. Something is fishy!
"Really?" I scoffed.
"We totally did not" he smirked.
Oh my god! What have I done! I did sleep with this handsome arrogant ass yesterday.
D o o m e d.
"I hate you" I mumbled into my hands that protected my face from his gaze.
"Hey" why does he sound concerned.
I didn't look at him anyway.
"I want to go home."
"I know. You have to trust me. We did not do anything last night" he smiled, slowly peeling my hands from my face.
"No?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I wouldn't dare touch you. Not when you weren't in your right senses."
Sweet. Totally sweet.
"Well I am not saying that I didn't touch you. I am a guy after all and you looking so sexy in my shorts.."
I hit him repeatedly on his shoulder until he had me pinned down to the bed, under him.
"Tell me you were joking" I hissed.
"No promises."
How I would love to wipe that smirk off his face.
"You don't know who my brother is" I threatened.
He somewhat made a noise from the back of his throat. "What would he do?"
"He would have your head hanging on the wall if you don't let me go."
Maybe I shouldn't have put ideas into his head.
"I am going to keep you here till he comes" he smirked.
Why do I always put myself in trouble? And Dylan isn't even picking the calls. Great! Just great.
"You can't."
"Trust me sweetheart I can" he twirled a strand of my hair as he took it between his fingers. He is playing with my hair and I cannot think of a way to get out of here.
"Help!" I yelled. As loud as I could. He shook his head as he clicked his tongue.
"No one's home. Relax."
Now I can relax! I twisted under him and buckled my hips to push him off. That only made things worse. He lost his tiny little balance and fell straight on me.
There goes my first kiss.
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