Chapter-2

" hold up- i gotta go bedazzle my turtle "

The moment I step into the room, the cool from the air conditioner blew through my face making a few loose strands of hair fly across my face. the room was huge, sufficient enough to fit in five people on a sleepover while each occupied their own bed. 

The closet was entirely made of glass, revealing rows and rows of shirts. On top of the bed stood a huge pencil sketch of Ganesha- the elephant god from India. I immediately recognize it from my trip to India. beautiful place indeed, rich culture and so much color. That's the closest I've ever felt to being alive. 

The room was vacant, except a dim light from a sub-room which I assumed to be the washroom. I quickly tip toe past the room towards it. The door was half closed, I slowly push the door further to reveal an empty bathroom. no luck, G wasn't here. I step into the bathroom to have a clear view of the royalty that stood in front of me.

The mirror was wide, covering the entire wall of the bathroom. The tub looked costly, it screamed costly. If I owned this I would probably never take a bath in it to prevent it from getting dirty. 

"I'll have to try the next room" I tell myself as I walk out of the door. 

Without any prior warning, I am violently pushed towards the wall. My arms pinned up high onto the wall, my face slammed towards my right shoulder. I look up to see Jacob staring dead into my eyes. Now I was breathing in the carbon di oxide he was releasing or it was the other way round. It didn't really matter.

I clear my throat and stare back at him. There was absolutely no necessity for him to be this violent. The man needs medical attention as soon as possible, he requires treatment for his anger issues.

" What are you doing in my room" he questions. I take a moment to process the question. He said his room didn't he? If I had got the slightest clue that this was his room I would have left even if G was in here. But the big portrait of Ganesha told me otherwise so I decided to investigate.

"I-" my throat has run dry, he was breathing into my face, so close that his breath was causing my baby hair to fly around every time he exhaled.

" I don't have all the time in the world Aaliyah Morgan so better make it fast" he hisses. Him saying my name in that tone sent shivers down my back.

"I prefer to be called Liyah" I tell him. I really did not appreciate people calling me Aaliyah it felt weird after all these years being called as Liyah.

"I am still waiting for you to answer my question" he says tightening  his grip around my wrist. At this point my wrists and back was hurting. He was holding me too tight, my back was arched and my arms were held up high. All his weight was on my body because he was practically leaning on me.

"Mother nature calls" I answer. I really wanted to get done with his conversation and leave from his sight. This was the closest I had gotten to him. I mean this is the closest you can get without kissing, if he moved an inch his lips would have been on mine.

His face was perfect, his jaw chiseled perfectly. one strand of his hair on forehead, his honey brown eyes and his black hair was everything you would wish for in your Mr.DreamGuy. God has been really unfair to few people of the human species.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" he asks with a smirk plastered across his face. That's when I realized I was looking straight at his lips. I was extremely tempted to kiss him but that's not how this works. 

"God no" I say scrunching my nose giving him clear signals of disgust.

"I wouldn't kiss you even if you wanted me to Morgan" he says with his head buried in my neck which was causing me throbbing sensations in my vagina. That made me wonder if it was normal to feel your heartbeats in the vagina.

His head was still in my neck, my arms still pinned and our bodies in contact. He was dangerously close, I could feel him breathing on my neck, his warm breath sent shivers across my body. 

"I never want to see you ever again, is that clear?" he asks lifting his head up, I was too weak for a reply I nod in acceptance. He loosens his grip around me and lets go off me. I breathe out the air I was holding in for so long. 

I never want to be around this psychopath ever again.

he walks towards his bed and plops on it. he takes his laptop which was previously lying on the bed and  starts aggressively typing on the laptop. I watch him as I dust my clothing. I look at him one last time before I drag my feet out of the room.


*unedited*



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