Chapter 97 : Insult or truth

Chapter 97 : Insult or truth
Lena POV 

"Lena?" He suddenly called and I widened my eyes to realize I was just staring at him.

He was still stretching the glass of wine to me.

"Oh...thanks!" I whispered feeling stupid.

Shit! I haven't even said anything since he welcomed me in.

I hope I didn't moan out loud. I just hoped argh!!!

"How's Athena?" He asked as I was mustering up courage to ask him a question that might be far different from what Athena needed to ask.

"Now let me out!" Athena roared in my ears but I still held her put. I still tried to feign ignorance of her voice.

I sip a bit and could see through the glass how he stared at me like a predator watching a bunny.

"She's fine, I'd let her out first but..."

I placed the glass on the table.

"Why do you keep denying this?"

He didn't flinch or act surprised by my question, he simply just raised a brow at me.

"There are many things I've denied...which one of them?"

I squeezed my lips as even his response was definitely mind-blowing.

The way he'd it in a raspy voice.

"The fact that I'm your mate. Don't you feel it too? That connection?"

His face froze as his eyes pulled me in the more.

"Lena" he muttered as he leaned on the couch he now sits on.

"Are you here to ask me that?"

Athena was fuming. I knew she also wanted to know so I kind of quelled both our curiosity by asking.

"You don't want me right? Because you see me as a bitch addicted to sex?"

Great! I was repeating my imagination, just that this time I wasn't raising my voice.

"I don't want to hurt you" he said, not in his usual subtle voice but a voice that held so much emotions.

Even Athena who had been troubling me tend to have mellowed, dazed by his response.

"What do you mean?" I asked tightening my grip on the glass.

A sigh and then his eyes, they were creased around my lips. I could tell he felt everything on me as he'd lost his breath again.

"You're better off with them. Not me"

I scoffed, biting my lips as he looked annoyed yet swallowed that anger by looking pale.

"What? Are you jealous I fuck them?"

"You're their mate so you'd do anything you want with them" he adjusted himself on the couch.

"I don't make one who's pussy belongs to them mine."

His voice dropped another degree. Icy and dangerous eyes made my stomach twisted.

I felt insulted and didn't even know I'd smashed the glass in my hand until I felt a sharp pain.

Adam pulled out, hurrying towards me as he almost grabbed my hand but I shoved it away in anger.

"I can heal!" I snapped at him. Maybe I was just mad he told me the truth.

Adam left...he left! But returned a minute later holding a first aid kit.

No words, just that tight look on his face like he was holding a storm.

"I told you I can heal!" I protested like I didn't want him to hold my hand.

He took my hand, slowly taking the balm that he had opened to rub on it while I flinched.

He was so gentle, so careful and his fingers were hot against my cold skin.

He wouldn't meet my eyes and his touch made me shiver.

The silence between us were awful, I'd want to push him away for indirectly calling my pussy a whore.

Perhaps, that's his reason for staying away. He doesn't want a whore, he wants a sweet innocent bitch or a virgin better still.

But then...it isn't like he was a virgin!

"Stop hurting yourself in front of me. I can't take it" he whispered glancing at me for half-second before sealing my bleeding palm with a bandage.

If he'd stay close, then I'd keep hurting myself.

I rolled my eyes, moving to the other side of the couch as he picked the pieces.

"Are you scared that they'd hurt if they find out?"

"Is sex the only that matters to you Lena"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Another insult from him. I need to have him locked up with my authority.

He stood up holding that piece and I felt like using it to slice his tongue.

"What are you saying?"

"Exactly. You know Lena. Sex isn't the only that attract one to someone so stop talking like a sex addict and tell me why you're here" he fired and surprisedly, Athena was snickering at me.

I felt so embrassed that my cheeks flushes red.

He turned his back against me, possibly wanting to trash the piece of bottle but then I found myself standing up, to obstruct his path.

My legs were barely holding me.

"Are sure you don't want me? Like I want you right now Adam?"

His eyes went dark, not from desire but from something worse. Disappointment.

I was ready to strip in front of him, to break that pride and nonchalant attitude in him.

To make him know that he'd want a whore more than anything and so he should stop playing saint.

"You're giving every reason not to like your personality Lena"

My eyes danced in their sockets as trembled, weaken to my knees. He walked pass me, his shoulder bumped into mine but I didn't move.

I heard a loud whack, possibly the shattered piece being dumped into a trash can.

He'd return again, but this time in front of me.

He placed his palm on my cheek as I glared at him.

"So it's my first time of coming to your secret suite and you fucking insult me?"

He pushed my face closer to his, his thumb, brushing my cheek mildly as he whispered;

"I told you truth, just so you stop chasing me"

I smirked at him.

"Me? I'm not chasing you! Never! I have five hot guys at my dispense so fuck off!" I roared pushing him back even though it barely made an impact, his palm did fall off my cheek.

He chuckled softly.

"Hmm. Okay"

Yeah that's more like Adam accepting everything if he doesn't want to argue further.

"You aren't even special either!" I added like a fight and he nodded turning his back against me.