When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (ereader for comics TXT) 📗

Chapter 24: He makes me wet

~Aoife~

 

Something was nice about my bed today; I relaxed as everything near me was so damn soft.

I opened my eyes a little; I was not on my bed and, the cool fresh breeze was coming from somewhere; It choked me.

It popped my eyes out in pure horror as I couldn't recognize the surrounding I was in right now; I immediately pushed the blanket out of my body and jumped out from the bed; It terrified me to death.

This room wasn't mine; where the hell am I?

Slowly I turned around and looked at the entire place; it captured my mind in the same confusion state.

The first thing I noticed, the room was beautiful and luxurious; the furniture and large windows, a vast bed, paintings.

Immediately, I turned around as my eyes landed on a big mirror; standing in the room's corner,

I looked at myself; 

"Where is my dress?" I was shocked.

What am I doing in this gigantic t-shirt which covered my body till thighs?

"Hello, Is anybody here?" I whisper.

My hairs were messy already, and I started to pull them on the back of my head; it was hurting, though.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Xander came out of it.

 

"You are awake," he replied with a smirk on his face.

He was shirtless in a towel, stood in front of the mirror started racking his hair.

Every muscle on his torso flowing from the light into the dark. He was a living work of art, his skin so tempting to touch every move giving away his strength. The water dripping from his curls and his tattooed chest and biceps made me drool.

"Are you done checking me out?" He asked, looking me in the mirror.

I scoffed and blushed.

"Nobody wants to check your ugly ass out," I said, making him laugh.

"Are you sure?" He turned towards me.

He was smiling as he scanned me.

"What are you doing?" I started moving backward with the terror as he walked towards me.

"That is what I am asking. What are you doing in my t-shirt?"

He slightly pulled the t-shirt towards him. 

My eyes popped out, and I ran towards the bed and covered my body with the blanket again.

"What is happening? Am I dreaming or what? How can I see you half-naked, and where the hell am I?" I pinched myself.

He stood in front of me like a tall mountain, leaned down, and dropped a kiss on my forehead.

He gently lifted the t-shirt falling off my shoulder and placed it properly.

"Did something happened in between us? Who changed my clothes?" I said in a wobbly tone.

He smirked and said.

"Did you wanted it to happen?" His answer was more like a question to me.

I was nervous to ask for another detail from him. How the hell I ended up here. I pulled my hair back of my head as my eyes were wet in stress.

He sat in front of me, and I pulled my toes towards me.

"Nothing happened. You were not able to walk yesterday night, so I have to bring you here." 

"And Aunt Joey; our helper, changed your clothes,"

"Come on, get ready. We have to leave for cabins." He replied.

A smile played on my nervous face, happy to know I didn't do anything stupid. I promised myself not to drink again.

"Are you coming with us?" I said.

"Us? They are already gone. I am taking you with me?" He said in his signature smirk.

"They left me, but why? Yesterday we decided to go together." I replied, frowned at him.

"Look at the time Miss Aoife. It's noon. They left in the morning. I told them will join them after a few hours. Come on," He stood up.

"But, I don't have my clothes," I snorted.

He pointed towards my bag.

"I told Clara to pack your things and drop them here. She did now get up from the bed." He said appealingly.

"What? She packed my bag?" I replied, tilted towards the bag.

He snorted and pulled me out of the bed.

He scooped me on his shoulder and walked towards the bathroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I screamed.

"You're making us late." He answered while putting me under the shower.

He opened the cold shower that gives me chills as I cursed him for doing so.

"I hate you so much. It's fucking cold," I screamed while he was watching me getting wet.

The t-shirt stuck to my wet body. My eyes clashed with his as I cupped my body and turned the other side.

"Please," I whispered.

He moved out in silence,

" I am waiting downstairs," a voice came out of the bathroom.

I finished my morning business and shower. As expected, I left my clothes out.

It's been over 10 minutes. But there was no noise in the room; I walked out in a bathrobe just to take my clothes from the bag.

With a tip-toe walk, I headed towards the couch; It feels like a battleground where I need to grab some important documents from the enemy's ground.

I checked the front door; it's locked.

"Come on, Aoife, walk like a cat," I started my tip-toe catwalk towards my target.

"Gotcha," I whispered as I won half the battle.

I turned to change my walk into the running rat race and hit something hard.

I lost my battle; I hit Xander's chest; he was standing behind me.

"Why are you running like this?" He grabbed my bathrobe belt in his hand.

My eyes were wide opened, scared with the thought he might open the belt.

I nodded my head in a no. 

"I came here to pick my clothes," I guzzled my fear.

"Hmm..., you smell good," his intense eyes were looking at my wet hair dripping water.

I was frozen with his touch; he was continually staring at me. 

Staring had become our only form of communication.

He leaned towards me," Xander, please let me go," I purred as my eyes closed in the presence of his warmth.

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