I don’t know who this man is, but he sure put in a lot of money and time into making this house look good. It looks great!
Beast’s low timbre of a laugh has my attention now and I turn to look at him. “What?” I question with an eyebrow raised.
“What is it with girls and kitchens?” He chuckles.
I giggle. “I guess it’s like guys and man caves,” I suggest using my best efforts to flirt with him.
Beast places his hand on my back to lead me through the house. Each room on the bottom floor is as beautiful as the last. I can see through the windows that he lives on a lake with a couple of docks off it with boats attached. I love to go swimming and being on a boat… I’m hoping I can convince him to let me go out on one of the boats.
My yawn is so huge I have to close my eyes and let out a deep breath to get through it. Beast chuckles and I don’t see him stop in front of me until I’m crashing into him. Our bodies clash against each other resulting in him putting his hands on my waist to steady me.
For a second, I’m not the captive and he’s not that captor.
I tip my head up for him to see my lips a little better. Beast’s eyes take in my face before settling on my lips. He licks his own lips clenching his jaw. I see the tick in the side of his chin and his Adam’s apple moving.
His fingers grip my waist tighter bringing me closer to him so our bodies can touch completely. “Bella,” his voice sounds as if he’s struggling with something.
“Beast,” I breathe his name. The tension between us is thick, almost to the point where I can gag on it.
He pushes me away causing me to stumble trying to catch my footing. “This is your room,” he points to an open door to a room off the hallway.
I look inside it trying to see if it’s as nicely decorated as the rest of the house. I’m even more impressed by the guest bedroom. “Who decorated your house?” I blurt without even meaning to.
The guest bedroom is painted a tan color with white sheets and bedspread and deep brown wood flooring. My mouth is wide open as I take in the minimalistic design of his house, especially the guest bedroom.
Instead of answering me, he opens the door wider and turns on the light. “If you need anything more, let me know and I will get it for you.”
“What about my classes?” I ask. “I don’t want to lose my year and I’ve worked hard for my scholarships and everything…”
He shrugs me off. “Don’t worry, princess, you’ll still go to school.”
I let out a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Thank you,” I mumble, turning my head around to see if he’s still behind me. “Good night,” I call out to his fleeting back.
Beast
I had to be the fucking hero and rescue her from a life of servitude. I had to do it and now I’m hiding in my room like a fucking coward. I can’t be around the woman without wanting to lay her out in front of me and kiss her body all over.
When my hands gripped her waist, she let out a little moan that made my whole situation a lot harder. I can’t fuck her into the mattress even if she’s begging for it with her eyes. I don’t need to trick her into bed or some shit.
Plopping myself on my bed, I can still smell Bella on my clothes. Her body was pressed against mine the whole ride back here. Making our scents mingle in a sexy way.
I just want one line… That’s it. One line and I can put it away again. Something to ease my mind from the war waging in it.
My first year at Yale University, I did what every freshman was supposed to do, fuck my way through the female student body. It wasn’t until my sophomore year, I realized I might need to slow down. Christal, a girl who let me do anything with her body that I wanted, approached me at a party to inform me she was pregnant.
Everything around me faded away and I held onto that for a couple of weeks. It wasn’t until I ran into her at the hospital, I found out the real truth. Turns out, Christal didn’t want to lose her scholarship to Yale because there was no way her parents could pay for the tuition, she had an abortion.
“What did you just do?” I demanded in front of her.
Christal held a piece of paper in her hand and a grim smile spread across her lips. “You honestly thought I was going to have your baby?” She snarls at me.
If she would have shot me in the heart, it would have hurt less than the pain of hearing her admit it. “You killed our baby!” I yell.
She jumps back. “I did us both a favor. If we would have had the baby, we would be nothing like your nothing family. We would have to drop out of school and everything.”
I might not be the richest guy here, but I’ve been working on top of going to fucking school. I can’t believe she would assume I wouldn’t take care of her. I wouldn’t take of our baby. Fuck her. If I could, I would fucking kill her right here.
“You’re such a fucking bitch. I hate you!” I yell at her in the middle of the hospital, not caring who heard me.
