Page 54 of Nemesync
She’s making mefeel, and I don’t want to.
She smiled ironically, clapping her hands to mimic excitement, “So, does that mean I get to go back to my father’s cozy home now? I’m so happy to see my lovely dad again.”
That son of a bitch.
“Not quite,” the corner of my mouth lifting almost sadistically, “You’re staying with me tonight,Milaya.”
Zanae’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “And what’s the occasion for that little pajama party if you don’t mind explaining to me?”
Hilarious, isn’t she?
I opened the car door for her to step out, my voice low and filled with desire, “You’re not going back to your father’s place tonight.”
“Scared to be alone? Or maybe you’re simply scared of the dark? Either way, I’m intrigued. Lead the way,Lucifer.”
A chuckle escaped me unintentionally. She fucking called me Lucifer.
The elevator doors closed, enclosing us, with her looking edible, smelling delicious too, and me?Weak.
So weak, I don’t even recognize myself.
I was standing on the other side of the elevator. My eyes held a myriad of emotions—desire, conflict, and a feeling of something unresolved.
She wasn’t even aware of how much power she held over me. She was just smiling, marking her dimples even more.
Completely ignorant of her significance in my life.
This is the thing that makes me reconsider everything, the flame I see in her, this excitement, she made me feel so much just with her eyes, while I stopped feeling a long time ago.
“Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on with you and this insane amount of hate toward me? I’m a bit tired of this chasing game.”
How can I explain that I hate being obsessed with her? I hate the part she took from me years ago and never returned.
My lips turned into a smirk, my gaze never leaving hers.
She’s fierce, I knew it even when she was younger, she had a spirit that could be overwhelming for normal people, but guess who’s not fucking normal?
“Fuck,I love hating you so much.”
She took a step closer, eating the distance between us, never leaving my gaze, “Bullshit.”
I released a soft laugh as the elevator dinged.
She amused me. Really.
The doors slid open, I gestured for her to step out first, my eyes still locked onto hers, she swung her hips again at me, offering me a sight of her perfect body and back that gives her the allure of a fucking dark creature.
I was leaning against the kitchen island, watching her every move with curiosity.
My little obsession, so deadly.
I will shatter her spirit so no one can ever mend it.
She approached me slowly, fire emanating from her. “If you hate me so much, why don’t you just end it right here? Take your gun or knife and slash my throat. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Oh, she wanted to test me.
I tilted my head, trying to know what’s going on inside that pretty head. That fucking attitude again. Reckless mind. Pure insolence.
