Chapter 31 I want you to be my boyfriend
Asha
I drag myself to bed, all the terror in my veins flushes to my legs, and dumps itself there. I drag in a sharp, painful breath and slump on the bed.
"He really wanted to kill me," I mutter as the images of the knife come back flashing before my eyes.
I swallow down the lump in my throat, then force my eyes to close shut.
Now I can't sleep.
The images of the knife keep on coming back to haunt my brain, filling it with all kinds of terror.
I sniffle, "Bastard," I hiss under my breath.
I shift my weight to my side, and try to close my eyes again, but nothing is working.
"Haa," I sit upright, peeling the hoodie off my body.
I discreetly place it behind the bed, and sigh deeply. Everything is overwhelming in the worst way. Rheagar wants intel from Auren at all costs; Auren wants me to pretend Rheagar got his hands on him.
The actual fuck? What have I gotten myself into?
Just then, Auren struts into the room, his hand dipped into his pocket.
I immediately look away so I don't lock eyes with him. I'm not in the mood for another argument, or threatening monologue.
I sink into bed, throwing the duvet over my head. I so don't want to see him.
The other side of the bed dips, signalling he's also getting into bed.
My heart leaps into my stomach as I feel his heat beside me. I'm not ready to be close to him, not after he tried sending me back to the moon goddess.
I immediately get out of the bed, pick my hoodie, and throw it over my shoulder.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"Anywhere that's away from you," my voice cracks.
"You're mad because I tried coaxing you to tell me the truth?"
I look over my shoulder, his nonchalant expression stares back at me filling me with rage.
"Leave me alone."
"Not until I get my hands on Rheagar through you, and get my wolf back."
I shake my head, then head towards the couch on the other side of the room.
"You're not sleeping there young lady, come back to the bed," he sneers.
"What harm will it cause you if I'm not on the bed? Aren't we in the same room? Just don't talk to me," I snarl at him and slump into the couch.
I quickly shut my eyes so he won't tell me anything with his.
Ruffling sounds fill the air. The bed squeaks. Wood groans.
Hm?
"Asha."
I half open my eyes to see him towering above me.
"Why can't you listen to me? Don't I listen to you all the time?" I almost yell, but my breaking voice betrays me.
He places his hand on his forehead, "You seriously wanted to give me out? Really? I had to do what I did because you obviously were not ready to tell me the truth."
"That's because I was trusting your stupid wolf!"
He tilts his head, lines appearing between his brows.
"What did he say?"
"He told me we would take him down together. I didn't want to tell you because I knew you'd make a scene, and probably kill me! Turns out I wasn't wrong!" Tears burn furiously at the back of my eyes, but I don't let them fall. I stubbornly tilt my head back, forcing them back in.
Auren exhales softly, and drops to a knee, his other leg propping his weight.
"You don't understand how crime lords think, do you?" His shakes his head.
I blink, confused.
"Rheagar is a fool, no doubt about that, but he's wiser than you are. Following Lucien's voice won't help you enough; you also need your discretion. If you've never done this things before, you'd blow your cover, and it won't end well for both of us."
I sniffle loudly as a punctuation for his words.
He continues, "What I mean is that, you can never fully navigate this if you aren't soaked in crimes."
I exhale through my mouth, and palm my head, "When will you get your wolf out of me? I don't want to harbor him any longer. All of this is clearly affecting me."
"I'm still finding ways. This should be over soon," he assures me.
A breath of silence.
"I- I'm so— I shouldn't have raised the knife at you. I just thought that would be the only way you'd say anything," he clears his throat.
I raise my head to glare at him, but he just shrugs, "Sorry. I'm..." He grits his teeth, looking away, "I'm.." he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Just say it, and stop all this drama," I roll my eyes getting irritated.
He snorts back a laugh, but fixes his expression almost immediately.
"I'm so.. I'm so... You know what? I'll just make it up to you," he straightens his shoulders.
"What do you want?" He looks me in the eye.
I squint my eyes into slits, "Would you give me anything I ask?"
He ruffles his hair, "I threatened you which is a big deal, so yeah.. I will."
I cross my arms over my chest accentuating my breasts. His gaze briefly drops to my chest, but he immediately peels it away. The tip of his ears go red.
I bite back a mocking laugh, "I make pretty tough demands. You sure you can handle it?"
His jaw ticks, "If you don't make it in the next two seconds, I'll just leave you alone, and go back to sleep," he says with barely constrained irritation.
"You don't have to be a bitch," I tsk, huffing.
"So?"
"I.." my cheeks suddenly flare up with heat.
Ever since I became of age, I had always wanted to know what it was to have a boyfriend or even any romantic association with anyone at all. Each time the thought crossed my head, I would immediately brush it off because my mother didn't have any luck with hers, and I didn't want that for myself.
But—
What's the harm in a fling? It's just for the experience, right?
"Yes?" The lines on his forehead re-appear.
"I want you to become my boyfriend," the words b
lurt themselves out of my lips, and I gasp.