Chapter 21

Max POV

For once, I thought like a girl. You know, with all that swooning, boy-sighing and daydreaming.

Here I am, making out with the most handsome, the most wanted, and the most irresistible guy in the whole world.

Isn't that the DREAM for all girls out there? Isn't it?

As usual, I'm not liking this new part of me.

SHAKE IT OFF. GET OUT OF MY FREAKING HEAD. SHAKE IT OFF!

It's like a switch was flicked.

Instead of staring at those really dark eyes like a lovesick damsel, I glared. My hands that were clinging on his shirt turned into fists. Fang didn't even noticed. I could have pushed him away, but I didn't. I pulled him closer.

"Listen to me, you insufferable pervert, if any word describing this moment leaks out, you'll be dead before you even know it. Got it?" Fang frantically nodded his head. "Good." I pushed him away angrily.

The carriaged stopped.

I gathered all my dresses; I don't even care if they get all wrinkly. All the best not to go to that ball.

I didn't wait for Fang to be all gentleman-ly again. I just kicked open the door, ignored the surprised look on Fang's butler's face and went inside my house.

Mom was waiting on the front door, so that stopped me.

"Oh, you're back." Mom suddenly hugged. Huh? "You forgot about the-" She saw the dresses I was currenty holding. "How did you pay for this?" I just stuck a thumb over my shoulder. Meaning? Fang paid for it.

Mom's eyes widened. She pushed me inside the house while she ran to Fang's carriage. Wow, you're so gentle, Mom.

I just rolled my eyes and continued on to my room. Once there, I dropped the dresses on my bed and moved on to my walk-in closet. I didn't bother closing it, since there are only girls in this household.

I pulled off my boots and sat on the chair that was moved in the middle of the room. I then rubbed my throbbing feet.

"Stupid Fang. Stupid dresses. Stupid life!" I threw my socks across the room. I stood up and unzipped my pants. I left them lying on the floor; Mom will clean it anyway. I unbuttoned my shirt. When I was wearing only a lace camisole and my panties, I took off my camisole over my head and dropped them on the floor.

I turned my back around and faced my drawers. I was going to remove my bra when I heard the knock.

I instantly turned around.

There standing was his Arrogant and Obnoxious-ness.

I shouted at the top of my lungs. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM? GET OUT! GET OUT!" I threw my pants at him while he stood there in shock.

He held up his hands. "OK, OK. Geez. I'll get out." He walked away.

I was standing there, half-naked and wheezing and red-faced.

Who does he think he is, anyway? I know he's a lord and all, but he can't just come barging in my walk-in closet and see me naked! Or in this case, almost naked. He doesn't have the power to do so!

Within two minutes, I put on my pajamas. I know it's still early (6:00 PM), but I need to cover up. And I'm not wearing a dress as a cover-up.

Fang was still in my room. But now he's half-lying on my bed with his arms crossed behind his head. He saw me come out and looked at me upside down.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him through my clenched teeth.

"I wanted to say goodbye."

"Well, goodbye! Now go away."

"How about a kiss first?" He smirked.

My face turned hot. "How about a punch in the neck instead?"

"That would hurt."

"Oh, I didn't know that!" My hand flew to my chest, as if I cared. "Now, please, just go? I don't want anymore distractions."

Fang sat up and turned his body to face me. "Oh, I'm a distraction? That's a first." His smirk deepened.

My face, in turn, turned even more hotter. "Just go, please. Please please please. Go."

Fang shrugged. "Since you said please. I don't get to hear that everyday." He smirked at me one last time and left my room.

Just like five minutes ago, I was left standing red-faced and wheezing.

How could he make me feel like this? He has no right!

I collapsed on my bed face down and screamed on my pillow. With all the breath I have.

And my throat was turning sore, I stopped screaming. I reached beneath my pillow, where I hid Fang's cloth from when I was saved by him in the forest.

I curled up in a ball and brought the cloth to my nose. I inhaled deeply and loving the scent.

How could he do this to me?

He has no right. . .

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