You Will Regret Every Word You Said!

ELENA

"Leave.... I s-said lettt goooo!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The already burned throat after chugging down seven glasses of that bitter liquor stung even more with the screaming.

I shrieked when Devon yanked me to his chest. He was covered in sweat and reeked of his masculine musk scent. My nose crashed into the hard muscles of his chest, and I could see how pumped up his body looked.

I rubbed my nose which had already turned red along with my cheeks after all the drinking. I glared up at him, noticing for the first time how tall he was. I wish I had taller heels than the ones I wore to match his height, but then again, I would have probably tripped every step, got a bloody mouth and a couple of broken teeth before I stood in front of him.

"Let go!" I told him again with as much confidence as I could, but his still grey eyes were boring holes in me, banging on my shields to invade inside.

"You think you can break into my room and threaten me like that. And I will let you walk away without any retaliation? Is that what you think about me, Miss Bell?"

His voice was darker, filled with anger, but my hazy mind also caught a sliver of amusement in it.

"Y-youu c-cannot touch even a s-strand of my h-haiirrr..."

Gosh, these aftereffects of heavy drinking!

He spun me around, and my head spun with it too. And before I knew it, I was already pressed between the hard wall and him.

"Wh-what are you...d-doing?" I stuttered, not because of alcohol this time.

He slipped his finger under my chin to lift up my face and suddenly a night from the past rushed at me. I was pressed against the hard wall just like this.

And the man with those dark curls... I observed Devon carefully to see if there was any similarity between the two. His clean-shaven diamond-shaped face showed off the sharp cut of his jaw. His straight dark brows had a slight curve that could be seen only from up close.

His straight small nose made me want to pinch it. I almost gasped at my stupid thought, blaming it on the alcohol.

I watched his brown hair complimented with golden strands on his head, glistening under the light.

He looked familiar... so familiar that I have almost mistaken him for someone else at our first meeting in his office. But when I caught his grey eyes- cold, ruthless, filled with anger and hatred. There was no trace of empathy or warmth, unlike the dark orbs that still had me under their spell, even after six long months.

He couldn't be the one I thought he was at first. Because if he was the same man from France, then he wouldn't have been so cruel to me.

A cold-hearted person like Devon Sanders was incapable of committing the welcoming warmness that I received during that kiss. My first kiss!

"I can do more than just touch a strand of your hair Elena... and you know it!"

I was glad that there was a breathable distance between us, or I would have fainted by now under his intense presence.

"You c-cannot th-threaten me!"

He tipped his head to the left, only slightly. "You think that?"

"I know that!" I told boldly.

I refused to give up. "You can o-only i-intimidate me but... Elena Bell isss capable offf many things than you know!"

I tried to push him back with my free hand only to realise what a big mistake it was. Devon grabbed both of my wrists and held them above my head, pinning them to the wall.

"Devon! You punk! Let goooo!" I began thrashing and wiggling, but he only tightened his grip on my writs painfully.

"Why don't you show me what many things you can do, Elena?"

Why the fuck he suddenly sounded so... sexy to my ears? Were my ears drunk too?

"Stop that!"

"What?" A playful smirk formed on his lips. His grey eyes were fixated on my face, deepening my blush.

"This! Stop smirking!"

"Oh, I am not doing that."

I paused, narrowing my eyes at him. "Are y-you making fun of me?" I asked between the hiccups.

Something dark crossed over his face, and his gaze dropped to my lips. Like a fool, I chose that very time to lick them in nervousness.

It only darkened his eyes, increasing my nervousness.

No man had ever made me feel like that! Not even the French boy!

"No, Elena. I just... want to have fun WITH you! Would you like to know how?"

I didn't like the sound of that. His low, throaty voice was messing with my already jumbled mind. And his intoxicating scent was enough to turn my knees into jello.

I heard my heart pounding in my ears. The more he came closer, the more my foolish mind tried to find the similarities between him and the French guy when I knew for certain that they were poles apart.

My eyes began to feel heavier than before, and I could barely hold on to myself. If it wasn't for the wall and his hand pinning me against it, I would have definitely slumped on the floor.

Devon's face appeared close, so close that it was only inches away from mine. I tried to focus on his face, and study his features, but I couldn't see anything clearly other than the way he looked at me.

"Tell me Elena why you hate me so much?"

His voice came like a gentle breeze, softer and pure.

"I... I d-don't hate you."

He blinked, and relief washed over him but only for a moment.

"I loathe you! Yourrrr name makes me sick to my core. Iff onlyyy I could... then I would have killed you with my bare hands!

But... don't worry! You and your fatherrr and... everyonee will seee their end... from MY hands!"

The transient bubble of false hopes burst with 'a pop' and the bitter taste of reality spread in my mouth. Now that I looked at him, I didn't see a charming man, who was trying to intimidate me but a wolf hiding under the skin of a sheep, ready to ruin me, my life and everything that I hold close to my heart.

Hot tears clouded my eyes, but I refuse to allow them to fall. I would never give him the satisfaction of watching my pain. Never!

His eyes remained the same only for a second before, red anger filled them. And though different in colours, both of our orbs mirrored the same hatred for each other.

His nails dug into my wrist. It took every ounce of self-restraint for me to not cry out loud. He was merciless, and brutal, just like I had heard about him and his father.

I heard his phone buzzing somewhere nearby, but he ignored it. His all attention was directed only at me and if he decided, he wouldn't have hesitated to kill me right then and there.

Just like how they end their every enemy!

Just when I was about to open my mouth to spit some more curses and threats, I got pulled roughly by him. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand while the other held me captive against him.

"You will regret every word you said tonight, Elena Bell! I will make sure of that!!"

Holding me in place, he picked up his phone. I couldn't focus on what he was doing, but when he held it across us and I heard the shuttering sound, I knew what he did.

"Why are you taking pictur-"

I couldn't get a chance to complete my sentence as I was thrown on the bed. He hovered over me, still holding his phone.

My heart was now drumming wildly in my chest.

What was he trying to do?

I got my answer not long after when he lay beside me and pulled me on top of himself. I again heard the clicking sound.

He was taking our pictures, but my mind was too dazed to understand why.

He then tossed his phone carelessly on the bed before he got up. Holding my arm in a vice grip, he yanked me out of the bed and dragged me to the front door.

My head spun, and my insides churned because of his rough handling.

He opened the door, still fuming in anger and then did the unforeseen. He threw me out with such force that I went staggering, losing my balance only to fall on the rough ground.

My palms which were still healing from the last time he hurt me, scraped again, and I hissed in pain. My head snapped angrily at him to see a demigod raging with flared nostrils.

For a moment, I shuddered even looking his way. But his eyes held something different, strange and unknown that I might have deciphered if I was in my complete senses.

"I was being patient with you, Miss Bell but I was clearly mistaken. Now you will face the real Devon sanders. Do what you can, but I will teach you the consequences of threatening me and my family!

Fuck off!"

He didn't wait to hear the string of curses that sprouted from my mouth and shut the door with a loud thud.