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And the door to my apartment opened. Shit. I didn't even look up, lest I think it was an act of rebellion or something like that. I did not want to be tortured, I liked all my fingers and my skin was marked very easily. I didn't want souvenir bruises, thanks. Against all my principles, I stood still with my head down. Submissive, so I trembled because the only sound that had warned me of his presence was that of his soldier boots that echoed in my ears like the detonation of a bomb. I braced myself for the worst, for a kick or a punch. Without realizing it, I began to cry silently, all the waiting was killing what few nerves I had left. Without even speaking, he was killing me. I heard another sound, cloth slipping, wrinkling. A hand touched my face and lifted my chin.
- Hello - A deep and kind voice told me. His breath was soft and warm. Was nice. I opened my eyes almost out of inertia.
- Oh - It was the only thing I could mutter before seeing myself caught my eyes bluer than the Antarctic sea.
He smiled at me almost tenderly, sympathetically. I suppose it must have seemed pathetic to her, sitting on the floor and covered in tears, so with total security she would also have a runny nose.
Always fine and sexy.
- I'm Hunter and I've come to help you - I sighed relieved and when I was going to speak I remembered the gag. I made several stupid sounds and instead of laughing at me, she frowned - Why did you gag her, G?
- He talked too much and it gave me a headache - G answered angrily.
This asshole is a son of a bitch.
- I do not care, she is a woman and that is not how you should treat any of them. I wonder what your mother would say about this.
- Don't bring my mother into this. You don't know this girl, so don't defend her, she far exceeds my tolerance barrier. It is unbearable.
I wasn't sure if his words enraged or hurt me. Maybe both. What did go away was that I was blushing and not exactly with pleasure
- Sometimes you're an idiot - shook his head, Hunter. Point for him. It was my favorite at the moment. Kneeling in front of me and for me made me want to dance around him - Well Miss, I think it's time for you to get your voice and movements back.
He leaned down and put his arms around me. A masculine scent tickled my nose. Usually, the men's cologne disgusted me. Of Rob and my father, I made me dizzy but Hunter was like a spring day (but not cheesy and male version). With his left hand, he loosened the handkerchief that fell onto my saliva-covered lap. Gross. He leaned back and smiled at me. He ran his thumb over my lower lip and wiped away the moisture.
Ok… Spontaneous combustion in 3… 2… 1 ...
- Hunter, stop playing with little red riding hood - I looked up with hatred towards the idiot - I'm sorry cutie but I don't want us to stay here forever. We will continue arguing at Hunter's house - Before I could answer he said - "Follow me" and Hunter and he disappeared into my bedroom.
I stayed there because first of all, I did not want to have the image of Hunter with my panties on my head. God, this could only happen to me on February 15 with a month to deliver a book that still has no end. Curse! Entertained in my world of insults, I didn't notice a presence until it jumped on me.
- Salem - He sucked me l to cheek with his little tongue - Hello my love. Today I have not been able to feed you because a very bad man has attacked me. - The eyes green of Salem were expressionless. He was a good listener - You know I love you, right, pretty little thing? Now I'm going to leave you some food because I won't be — A lump formed in my throat— I'm going to miss you, Salem.
- How emotional.- said G from the door - I'll get into the cage and leave enough food for one month. We'll see if after that someone comes to feed him.
I made a big pot. They were going to take away my only love and consolation (which was just a cat). I didn't want it to be ripped from me when it was almost all I had.
- I have to take the laptop. I have to finish a book - I asked G trying to sound as dignified as possible.
- Do you work? - His eyes widened as if he was amazed.
- I write books - My evasion didn't work too well.
- Of what? - he raised his eyebrows leaning against the doorjamb.
Cretin pig.
- Romance - I looked at him with a challenge - Not one of those cloying corny ones, only the corny ones for adults - I smirked.
- Well, someone who doesn't have them shouldn't write such filthy things- he said disdainfully.
Wait, wait, wait ... Someone who doesn't have them? Was he implying that I didn't have them? But what did that cretin think?
- I'm 22, idiot - I tried to get up, but without a point of support and with my hands behind my back I couldn't do much.
Cursed be he and his race.
- You are very pretty there on the floor, little red riding hood - He laughed - The truth is that you do not appear 22 or as a joke. You look younger. You're short and you don't wear makeup. You are a baby.
- Excuse me? - I bellowed incredulously - Do you want to stop messing with me? My height is within the average and I don't wear makeup because I'm at home, in case you haven't noticed. You are rude and you are very immature. Leave me alone.
- You are insolent! - He responded shouting - YOU ARE UNBEARABLE AND YOU ARE ALWAYS ON THE DEFENSIVE, I CANNOT SAY ANYTHING GOOD TO YOU BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LEAVE ME. YOU ALWAYS ATTACK ME AND YOU DON'T BULLY ME IN THE LEAST. YOU ARE VERY FASTIDIOUS AND YOU TAKE ME OUT OF MY BOXES. TO BE SO SMALL YOU ARE THE MOST ISOPORTABLE IN THE UNIVERSE.
- LOOK WHO IS SPEAKING - I replied in the same tone - YOU ARE FROM WHAT IS NOT. I CAN NOT STAND YOU. YOU MAKE ME BRING OUT EVERYTHING BAD THAT IS IN ME. I USE TO BE PEACEFUL BUT I WANT TO KICK YOU IN THE FACE UNTIL YOU CANNOT BE RECOGNIZED IN THE AUTOPSY ... - I trailed off when Hunter knelt beside me again.
- What a voice you have for the little thing you are - I blushed - Now are you ashamed? Come on, get up.
- I can not - I answered embarrassed.
- Why? - He frowned at my legs. Great, now you would think I was paralyzed or that the idiot had done something to my legs.
- I still have the handcuffs - He clicked his tongue, took me by the arms, and lifted me - Much better, thanks.
He still didn't look happy. He held out his hands and then I froze. It was perfect. I hadn't realized its height, but it was huge. Very huge. How much would it measure? One meter ninety? He was gigantic compared to my proud six foot. He was also incredibly handsome. Before, I had just noticed his eyes that were mesmerizing. His back was broad, but not his whole body was like that. It also seemed to be pure muscle. All the fat that should have belonged to him was on my ass. Injustices of life ... His face was like that of a statue. Beautiful. His features seemed to have come out of a painting. But there was something about him that made his features darker and more dangerous. They warned that its facade hid something from which everyone should flee and hide. But those eyes ... They caught and as much as your head screeched like a possessed, it was impossible to leave. It was explosively hot.