Chapter 27 27
Kimberly’s POV
When he says things like that, he disarms me and makes me feel light headed.
“Don’t say things like that. You need to leave. My parents are downstairs.” I told him and from the expression he had on, he does not look like he cares about what I said one bit.
“And since when has that scared me?” He asked me looking at me with this expression that screams, do I look like I care at all.
“Well, you need to start being scared now. My parents are in a bad mood. Especially my dad. And he’s told me to stay away from you.” I told him. I don’t know why I found the need to tell him about that detail, but I could not stop myself.
“Will you be doing that?” He asked me, looking sternly at me as if daring me to actually say that I would stay away from him.
“I should. You know, from everything my dad has told me, from what London has said too, and from the way I’ve seen you move, the best thing I can do is to actually stay away from you.” I paused a little bit, thinking twice about what I had to say before I continued. “You scream danger. It’s obvious that you’re hiding something from me. London said it, you have proven it and….”
“Can you stop mentioning his name?” He gritted out through his teeth and I could feel the anger radiating off of him from the way he said his name. I needed to know more about this guy. The more I had reasons to stay away from him, the more I actually wanted to stay with him. He’s like a magnet that is pulling my iron. He embodies that whole mysterious aura and not in a cringe kind of way. It’s the one that makes you scared of him.
“You will deal with it,” I said to him, holding his stare.
He did not say anything further so I continued.
“I hate the fact that I don’t know what you’re hiding. It’s driving me crazy. Coupled with this stupid mark that is making me see and feel things that I’m not supposed to feel. Do I not deserve an explanation??!” I rasped out in annoyance. And I made sure to keep my voice down because of my parents.
Nothing changed from the stoic expression he has on his face.
“I’ll tell you when I think you’re ready.” He said and that set off my anger again. He’s been beating around the bush.
I pushed my hands through my hair and gripped the base of the hair on my neck in frustration. I was about to talk when he was suddenly in my space.
“For now, let’s focus on how you will get better.” He said with no emotion in his tone. That hotness all over came again and I could only stare at him wide-eyed. Trying to figure out how he was on the bed and the next second he was in front of him. Does he have a kind of superpower that he was keeping and I could not know? I knew how that sounded very ridiculous too. But there was no reasonable explanation for this.
My thoughts were brought to a sudden stop when he touched me. Putting his hands on my neck. I felt the way the heat from his hand seeped into my body.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
I raised my head to look into his eyes. His eyes, which I have come to know have different colors depending on the emotion he was feeling, were still grey this time around. They danced like stars in the moonlight.
“Trying to make you feel better.” He said and he massaged my neck as if to relieve tension. And against my will, I actually felt better. And I could hear myself moan from how good it felt.
Then suddenly, I tore myself away from him. There was no way in hell I would allow myself to be sucked into his web again. At least not anytime soon.
“You need to leave. Now.” I told him, making sure that my tone was definite and there was no chance that he would think I was joking around with him.
He stared at me intently.
“You don’t need to worry your pretty head about anything.” He said in that same nonchalant tone that irritated me to no end.
“Well then, give me something. Anything!” I raised my voice, forgetting the fact that my parents were in the house. “I hate this.” I groaned.
“Hate what?”
“How you make me feel. One minute, I feel as if I matter to you, the next, I feel like the dirt under your shoe. You keep hiding things away from me. And it would not have been my business anyway, but the fact that it relates to me is enough to make me crazy. So, how about you leave? Hell, maybe we should end this. Whatever this is, let’s put an end to it.” I said to him holding his gaze and for almost a minute straight, he did not have any expression on his face.
Nothing moved in those almost dead eyes of his. He moved from one foot to another like he was trying to weigh my words.
“No.”
That word resonated deep within me and that made me snap again. I find myself doing a lot of that these days and it is all because of him. He’d place me on the edge only to pull the rug from underneath my feet.
“You know what, fuck you. And get the fuck out of my house.” I said to him, Just then, there was a rapt knock on my door and the door handle was pushed down as if it was about to be opened.
“Kimberly, are you okay? We heard you shout.” It was my dad and fear gripped me.
“You need to leave now,” I said looking back at him.
“I’m fine, Dad,” I said walking towards the door.
By the time I turned back, he was not there again. Like he had just vanished into thin air.
God. I needed to get a grip.