CHAPTER 10

“I want you, Anna.” He adds. “I can’t find it in myself to stay away from you.” That leaves me speechless for a while as his eyes take mine captive. We stare at each other until he averts his eyes to my lips. I watch as he conflicts with himself but finally leans until he brushes his lips on mine lightly. He kisses me softly at first unlike our first make-out session at mine and Sydney’s room but kissing softly is definitely not his forte because, within the first minutes of making out, his kiss becomes harsh and dominating. Now, this is the Trevor I know and love. Trevor is not soft; he is harsh and demanding.

“Be my girlfriend Anna.”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“I said, be my girlfriend, Anna.”

“Are you asking or demanding?” I tease him raising an eyebrow in question and his eyes darken as his dominant counterpart takes control. Faster than I can blink, his hand finds its way to my throat for the umpteenth time since I met him. He doesn’t squeeze hard, he just places his hand asserting his dominance. “You know that it is not in my nature to ask Anna.” He growled.

How am I supposed to think, with him looking at me with his very intense eyes, hell, I can’t even think straight in his presence for fuck’s sake!

However much I think I want this to work, I can’t just give in. No, I can’t give in.

“No,” I say with determination.

“Huh?” He asks, confused. He did not expect my sudden rush of courage and he was certainly not used to being turned down.

“You’ll have to work for it boy,” I say as I hurriedly rush towards the door, finally managing to walk through it and rush to my room.

Finally reaching my room, I quietly close the door behind me when I don’t see Sydney anywhere in the living room. I tiptoe towards my room.

“Stop right there young lady!’’ A voice startles me. “Sydney,” I muttered sheepishly. “Do you mind telling me where you spent the night?” She asks, more like demand, like the patronizing mother that she is sometimes. “I…um…I…” I fumble with words.

“You what Anna,” She asks impatiently. “I spent it with a friend since I came home earlier and found the door locked…yeah…um…a friend’s place.” I try to hide behind my lie, hoping she’ll buy it. “A friend huh? Are you sure because I am pretty sure I saw you over my brother’s shoulder yesterday and I'm quite sure I saw him put you in his car and drive away,” she says narrowing her eyes. “Uhm…I…um…’’I continue fumbling with words. “Are you and my brother a thing?” She asks looking hurt. “No, of course not Sydney, I would never do that to you.” I defend myself.

A smile slowly adorns her face and she hugs a confused me saying, “I have no problem with you dating my brother, there would be no one better than you for my scum bug of a brother darling, I am just hurt that you hid it from me.”

I can feel relief spread all over me, “Thank you Sydney,” I thank her, the relief evident in my voice.

I walk to my room smiling.

Once I reach my room, I feel happy and energized. I finally like I am at peace, and the fact that Trevor asked me to be his girlfriend makes me want to perform a happy dance. I mean, who wouldn’t want a hulk of a guy like Trevor. I lie on my bed completely swept off my feet by him. I vividly recall his baby blue eyes staring deep into my eyes, completely making me helpless in his presence. How much his muscles flex whenever he moves and his towering height makes me feel tiny standing before him. His dominance makes me clench my thighs in anticipation. His voice alone is enough to make me wet and his look, oh his predatory look makes me want to let him have his way with me.

I need to get over my fantasies of him and go about with my schedule. I then remember making a note of calling my mum, I know she must be worried sick that I haven’t called her until now. I am definitely going to get an earful from her.

I dial her contact and wait anxiously. She picks up on the second ring.

“You better tell me why you have been dodging my calls young lady, you had me worried sick I almost boarded a flight to come to you.’’ She scolded.

“Hello to you too mom.” I chuckle at her lack of greetings; I am so used to the scolding it that it now amuses me rather than scaring me.

I can hear her sigh in relief that I am okay and my uncle has not yet found me. She gets so worried that the devil will find me that she sometimes gets panic attacks just thinking about it. It scares the hell out of me when she reaches her point of mental breakdown, I once found her hyperventilating on our bathroom floor when I was six, I have never been able to erase that scene from my mind and it gives me nightmares and chills whenever I think about it. I cannot ever bring myself to telling her that the devil already knows where I am and has already tried to kidnap me. I do not want to think of her reaction to the news when she finds out. I’d rather keep it to myself until I find a solution for it. I feel much better after I have talked to mom, she really is my rock.

“Make sure you call me every day before you go to sleep, I would like to know how my little girl is doing.” Were her parting words before she told me that she had to get going and head to work.

I spend the rest of my day doing my laundry and just chilling with Sydney in the room. We didn’t really feel like going out especially after the eventful weekend we had, and I certainly did not want to spend the next day of school hang over the weekend.