?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?
?EPISODE 67 ?
I didn’t really know where this was headed, but I knew
that it felt good. It felt wonderful because it was with
Hunter. It didn’t feel awkward or unsettling like the way I felt whenever Chaise put an arm around me or hugged me.
Hunter’s embrace felt like home… his kisses felt like
heaven.
If we were going too fast, I didn’t feel it. If this was
wrong, I simply didn’t care. I was a virgin, but I knew… I’d
always known since our first date… my first time would be
with Hunter.
I felt his hand moving up higher and my heart couldn’t
stop pounding loudly inside my ribcage. I wrapped my arms
around his neck, pulling him to me, giving him permission.
“Alice! Hunter!”
We were startled at the sound of Denise’s voice outside
the house. We immediately stopped kissing, and blinked
back at each other like we were pulled back from the state
of trance we were in.
We pulled away from each other. I sat up and Hunter
stood up on the opposite end of the bed.
He looked at me apologetically. He opened his mouth to
say something but the door barged open before a word
could escape his lips.
“Alice!” Denise said walking towards me. “Are you
okay?”
Sht!
I did not even know what I looked like. My hair was
definitely disheveled. My lips were probably bruised from
Hunter’s kisses and I knew my face was a whole new shade
of crimson.
“I’m fine, Denise,” I said, combing my hair with my
fingers, trying my best to look nonchalant.
She hugged me. It was only then that I saw Chaise
standing behind her. He was staring at Hunter, who was
leaning against the wall.
Hunter had a grave look on his face directed towards
Chaise. He looked like he wanted to punch the living
daylights out of Chaise, but he was trying his damn best not
to make a scene. He didn’t want to fight him. Not here. Not
now. Not in front of me.
I held my breath. I could feel blood pulsing through my
veins. Oh God! Please don’t let them fight!
Chaise tore his gaze from Hunter and walked towards
me. He reached out his hand to cup my cheek with his palm.
Then he pulled me towards him and gave me a hug, much
to my surprise. I didn’t hug him back.
I reluctantly looked at Hunter. He was watching us
carefully. The expression on his face was stoic, but I knew
him better. Beneath that ice cold façade, he was fuming
with anger. I quickly tore myself away from Chaise’s
embrace.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern written all over his
face. There were dark circles beneath his eyes. It seemed he
too, didn’t get enough sleep last night.
I nodded, slightly pulling away from him. “I’m okay.”
“I was so worried about you,” Chaise said. “We wanted
to come back for you but we couldn’t because of the very
bad weather.”
“He almost came back for you,” Denise said. “I almost
tied him up to make sure he doesn’t get on the boat to
come here.”
“You didn’t have to worry. We were perfectly safe here,”
I assured him.
“I told him Hunter would make sure nothing will happen
to you.”
Chaise’s face hardened at the mention of Hunter’s
name. I stole a glance at Hunter. He shook his head and
walked out of the room.
I wanted to run after him, but decided not to. If ever
Hunter and I would be together, I needed to do this right. I had to set things straight. And I just might break Chaise’s
heart in the process.
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