??A Howl In The Night??
?(She’s Mine) ?
?Authoress Gift?
?Chapter 3?
?Now The Incredibly Hot Psycho Man Won’t Leave Me Alone?
“What the crap are you doing here?” I demand, my voice sharp and shrill. Quickly, I remember that Mrs. Penn is just inside, and I shut the door behind me. Shifting my gaze back to the incredibly handsome man, I take in his beautiful eyes as they gaze at me, and me only.
“Walking with you to school,” he grins, his expression absolutely breathtaking. His eyes are full of eagerness, reminding me of an energetic puppy when playing with its master. Joy races through his features, undaunted by my lack of a smile. In fact, I can’t even disguise a scowl.
I begin walking down the sidewalk, him eagerly trotting by my side. After a few more unbearable moments of complying with Xavier’s will, I turn to face him, my features indignant. “Go away,” my voice bites at him, trying to chip away at his insufferable happiness. His grin, surprisingly, grows wider.
“Hey Mona… do you think I’m hot?”
I’m ashamed at the way an egotistical idi0t can disarm me so effectively. For a few seconds, I resemble a goldfish, moving my lips without any sound coming out of them. My cheeks are beet red as I finally stammer out an unconvincing no.
He triumphantly grabs me, whirling me into a bear hug. “I knew it! Mona loves me!”
“NO!” I yell, trying to yank away from his death grip. Unsuccessful, I beat my hands against his muscled chest, trying to ignore the feel of his masculine arms around my waist. “I DON’T LOVE YOU! YOU’RE A STALKER! HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME AND WHERE I LIVE?! WHY ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME TO SCHOOL?!” I fire at him furiously, trying to keep my tomato-red cheeks under control.
“Well, first off, I’m not following you,” he points out, “I’m walking with you.” I shoot him a glare, hoping he will get the message, but he conveniently ignores it. “The reason why I know where you live and your name,” he continues, “is because I happened to see you run home-”
“So you did follow me,” I state dubiously.
“Well, then I did… but you said I was following you now…” he protests feebly, trailing off when he realizes that there is no point. I hide a teasing grin from bubbling to the surface. I don’t want to encourage this man, no matter how attractive he might be. If I release one smile, one kind word, he will never leave me alone.
Coldly brushing past him, I walk faster, taking longer strides with my short legs. My medium length ruby red hair flows past my shoulders, pushed behind me by the roaring wind.
“Wow, you walk fast,” he comments sweetly. His startling green eyes crinkle with enjoyment as he said, “I like walking fast too.” He evenly matches my pace, completely defeating the purpose for speeding up in the first place.
This naive man really is insufferable.
But I have to admit once more, as I stare into his perfect face, that he is beautiful. His azure hair waves in the breeze, the sun catching random strands and making it sparkle. His plump, desirable lips give in to a flawless palette, a face that God must have specially crafted. A set of two intoxicating, amazingly green eyes rest below thin eyebrows and a wall of long, enviable eyelashes.
I can’t understand why he makes my heart beat so fast.
“Mona, I love you,” he spurts, perking up after a long stretch of silence. Chills race up and down my arm. Is there no way out of this nightmare?
There is a whoosh, and a familiar pair of bronzed arms sweeps me up into a tender embrace. “You sure are clumsy,” musical, manly chuckles escape Xavier as he stands me back up. I look up into his green eyes, so incredibly beautiful, feeling myself slipping.
No, I scold myself inwardly; don’t let even a slip of vulnerability show. If you do, you will never be alone.
My face hardens as I speak, disconcertment still in my tone. “You don’t say that if you don’t mean it,” I whisper, knowing that he would hear me.
He just looks at me, confusion etching his face. “Of course I mean it, Mona,” he says matter-of-factly, “you are my mate. Of course I love you.”
“Can you shut up?!” I roar, my voice searing, “I hate you!” Once the words escape my mouth, I quickly look away so he will not see the blush. The real emotions boiling beneath the facade.
Time seems to be suspended between us, his hand still latching upon my arm, his face reeling in shock. However, this moment quickly ceases, and Xavier does what is considered impossible to do in this type of situation.
He smiles, his eagerness unrelenting. “This is something new. I have never heard of a mate not being in love with their destined one,” he says softly.
“You know, Mona, hate is the first step to love.” His eyes grow fierce, determined. He steps closer to me, capturing me with his beautiful eyes.
“I will make you fall in love with me.” He takes my hand, and I am unable to resist him. I am frozen by his stare, his words. After holding my hand for a few seconds, he presses his lips to it and then releases me.
My hand burns from where his lips had brushed it.
He then smiles, as if he is actually looking forward to the time when I will finally accept him. Which, by the way, is never coming.
I glance his way, though refusing to meet his gaze. I am truly curious as to why he felt so determined to make me love him. It can’t possibly be because he is attracted to me, for I am too ugly for that. It can’t be because of my personality, for it is the worst I’ve observed so far in my lifetime.
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