Chapter 14: The refusal

Alan's POV

"What do you say about this?" She whispers seductively more like a moan.

That didn't even excite me as something else bothers me than her admirable body.

I lifted chin, my lips paused while my eyes sneers at her.

Before I could think of anything else, she jumped at me like a viper. Her lips on my forehead while her pussy rubbed against my cock.

Fuck! What have I gotten myself into? I wasn't even turned on by her yet she was forcing herself on me.

She was trying her best to kiss me and at this rate, she'd rape me.

Her grip was firm like a leech, not letting me go and causing me to move around with her.

I was literally wrestling with her in my arms. My palms were on my butt as she bounced on me.

She kissed my neck, then bite it and I was more disgusted. No offense but she wasn't my ideal type.

Her breast pressed against my chest and my heart rate increases, her body was soft, slimy like she just wet herself in ointment.

"Stop!" I screeched at her and tossed her away. She fell almost hitting her back on the door but I held her hand from falling and her body jolt back to mine.

We almost kissed but I ducked my head away with a tensed gaze at her, then release my grip from her.

Her hair covered her face as she was trembling, probably scared that I'd push her so hard.

She covered her breast with one hand and the other hand on her pussy. She looked embarrassed and timid.

It was weird as she was speechless, hiding her face from mine and trying to regain her strength.

Slowly, I took her robe from the ground and shoved to her.

"Do not embarrass yourself, I'm not interested in you" I declared with no remorse.

It was all for the sake of my father, nothing else. We could just be more like the fake couple, pretending to be lovey-dovey in public but hostile to each other.

She was too stunned to speak as she held the robe to cover her body partly.

The shock in her eyes were obvious that she least expected me to say that. Folding her lips and perplexed, she was glued to a spot.

It was a good thing on my path that she was speechless and seems lost or just devastated that I didn't grant her wish.

She was almost leaving when I heaved a sigh. I couldn't trust this girl because everything I'd do to her, my father or hers would get informed.

Although, I needed to confirm something.

"Do you care for a coffee?"

She shifted her gaze at me and then left. That was a refusal and so it wasn't my fault.

"I like Americano, two" her voice came in from the sitting room and I growl.

She doesn't expect i'd make it because I've never prepared anything myself.

Furthermore, who suggested we should live in this fucking mansion, alone?

"I'm waiting!" She screeches and I scoffed unbelievably. Was she crazy? I just wanted us to leave this mansion, not have it here.

I folded my fist and ignored her. If she wouldn't leave this mansion, for the coffee, then there was no need pestering my life.

I grabbed the doorknob almost opening the door when I heard glasses shatter to the ground.

Fear flushes inside me as I was tensed if she was hurting herself because I refused to fuck her.

Women! She was so dramatic. I touched my pocket of I'd find my phone to place an order.

I wasn't with my phone!  It just clicked my mind that my father smashed my phone.

I shouldn't bother over her, I haven't confirmed yet if peris was out of danger.

I needed a phone and I doubt if she'd lend me hers after turning her down. I folded my lips, out of ideas.

"Brother, he isn't yielding to my demands, just get his head straight" her voice spat again as I held the doorknob mildly.

Could she be on the phone? Something felt weird as her voice seems doleful.

I should have known, she's report me to the family. That was my mistake too, being controlled by my family.

I always told them every little thing that happens to me that my decision and life were controlled by them.

Possibly, all rich folks were forced to live that life.

"No! Don't kill him, I think I like him, he's a little shy" her voice came back and I growl.

I widened my eyes, curious to know who she was chatting with.

Annoyingly, I stomped towards the sitting room to stop her from speaking the more.

However, I was stunned by who and what I saw!

***

It was him, the guy from the sea! He had no shirt on, a bandaged chest and his hand held a bottle of whiskey which he gulp down.

His sturdy body and abs seems firm and rigid. I couldn't take my eyes from him.

He was wet and looks so damn hot in that posture. The room was cold but he was covered in sweat.

My palm were sweaty too from the sight of him and I almost lost my breath again but then, I intended to look more courageous then expected.

There was silence between us and my bride...I mean wife was causing a fuse.

All what she cried out to him never registered in my ears. I was just tensed that I met the man peris shot for my sake.

He must have sighted us kissing before we abandoned him.

His eyes were down while this girl was opposite him, her back facing me as she folded her arms.

I fluttered my eyes and then moved backward just so he wouldn't notice me.

Unfortunately, I didn't notice the vase behind me and my leg clumsy kicked it.

I lowered my eyes to the vase which spines and then broke to the ground. Almost immediately, when I lifted those eyes, they were staring at him.

I shaking to my knees, lose and trying to keep a focus gaze at them.

His jutting chin as he stared at me, his vein throbs in the neck. He clenched his jaw and his free hand formed a fist.

The memories of last night must be coursing through his head. He flared his nose and lowered his eyebrows.

This girl has moved away from him. 

At this moment, she didn't exist. There was no time or wind for me and all I thought of was my verdict from this man.