Chapter 80: Running into his Arms

Alan's POV

"That's different because you forced yourself on me and shit! I can see why all your relationships never last! Who knows, when you get your legs, you'd dump me!" I cried with so much pain in my heart and trying not to express my tears in front of him.

"People change Alan, my dick just needed a little teasing...!"

"Shut the fuck off!" I snarled glaring at him as I couldn't take this anymore.

Now I could tell how Bryan feels seeing me around Darius. He was a fucking sex addict and a seconds away from sex, he goes biserk.

He always claims he can't have anyone else but me, I make him feel special...where was those lines now huh?

This guy keeps pissing me off with the jestful face he placed on but then he stopped when Darius returned a glare at him.

"Why are you home so early" he asked in a low tone, scanning me from head to toe.

He doesn't even care as he was playing with pieces in my heart. We were toxic from the start, I can't believe i was left in the dark.

I thought he was jealous and possessive, always telling to stay off guys because he had someone watching me.

It was just to give me hope that he was still with me. These bruises, I sustained them because of him.

When he was mad and drunk, he threw glass cup on me, telling me not to move because that's the only means he'd keep calm.

They shattered on me and I dare not wince or else he'd get more crazier and probably cut me.

"Darius, tell me this isn't true!"

"Get lost" Darius yelled as I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe he'd say that after everything I've sacrificed for him.

I scoffed unbelievably fuming in my heart.

"You know what! I'm done!" I brawl with so much fury in my eyes. I just didn't want to see that guy with him too.

Darius eyed me, like my words doesn't matter. He's just heartless, thinking only about himself, my emotions spur inside of me.

I dropped the clothes at his feet and then exhaled.

"Alan..."

"Don't you fucking call me!" I roared wanting to take some fresh air because I felt exhausted and everything seems to crash in my head.

Hastily, I left the room and paced towards the door, then I heard the thumping of rain drops on the roofs.

It had began to rain but I didn't care because a moment with Darius would make me mad.

I could hear his wheel behind me.

"You aren't getting in the rain are you?" He questioned and I shoved my face at him.

His eyes peered at me, he wants his legs back and I'm not a God that would miraculously give him legs!

He had worries in them, I doubt if it was for me but because he had a lot to lose if i'm not around.

He wants his wealth back, great I'd do that.

I glared at him, got the door open and before he could reach me, I slammed the door at his face.

I clench my teeth, staring at the rain drop and weeping softly.

Why do I have to live this way? I started a race in the rain. I just didn't know where to go but then I appeared at his house.

My body drained in the rain. I found him outside his pavement with an umbrella as though waiting for someone.

"Alan?" He mutters and rushed to where I stood, he shielded me with umbrella. I was cold and shivering, feeling so weak and broken.

I couldn't say a word and he embraced me in the cold, stroking my back gently like a child.

I weep in his arms, I miss this moment when Darius do cuddle me and tell me everything would be fine, but someone was doing that.

I just wanted to remain that way, my heart judders as I lost my breath for a moment.

His body scent like that of a luscious and fragrant dessert wine. I inhaled his neck tightening my grip around him.

My wet body soaked him but it seems he never mind and he refrained from the embrace.

His enthralled eyes, fidget, his zealous stare.

"Let's go inside" he said with a piteous tone. He locked his arm around mine and I lean my head on his shoulder.

It felt so pure, I had nothing to say as he walked me inside.

It's been a while I've been in such mansion, the beautiful lights that flickers and the soft music playing.

It was a villa and he wanted me to be comfortable. Larry sat me close to a fireplace in his sitting room.

He covered got me a coat and duffle to wrap myself in. He didn't leave my sight and beckon on me to take the coffee.

I folded my lips as he heaved a sigh.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it..."

"Is the offer still on?" I immediately asked placing a pathetic look on my face and sniffing.

He ducked his head at me and then grimanced.

Warmth blossomed in my chest, sparks igniting as he leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively, for the first time.

He moved a bit, and I knew that feeling, he doesn't want me to be forced into fucking with him but this what I want.

"Don't pressure yourself, I wouldn't force..."

He hadn't finish his statement when I captured his lips. I just couldn't explain but I was horny and wanted him.

It was rare for me to always be the first to start a move but he was different and gentle.

I twirl his tongue, like he was drawing something out of me with soft little jabs of his chin.

I brought my fingers up to his hair, it was slow and burning. Just what I needed, to feel the moment and not to be rushed or forced.

But warmth consumed me as I suck his lips while mine impossibly soft against my own will.

I threw my arms on his waist, loving how he was treating me special.