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Denial
~~by Chibinelly~~
I carefully dodged Paul's hawk eyed gaze throughout the rest of the school hours and managed to hook up a ride from Adam. Actually, it wasn't a hard thing to do. You only have to ask the guy for something and he'll do it for you in a flash. Well that is only if you obtain the privilege of being Miss. Susannah Simon.
Adam insisted me, on getting up with him in the front, much to the evident displeasure of CeeCee and despite my many protests. I saw CeeCee sulking as she sat on the backseat from the corner of my eye. She kept gazing at him several times when she was sure he wasn't looking.
I let out an internal sigh. Cee and Adam were perfect for each other and Adam was blind not to see it. I'm pretty sure his puppy dog crush on me will eventually dissipate.
But I wonder when. Maybe I should give him a push in that direction? My matchmaking skills were obviously rusty from disuse and this seems like a good enough reason to use them.
Maybe I might as well use his crush on me as an advantage for getting them together!
Then again, maybe another time. All my attempted little fantasies at matchmaking were thwarted as I was unable to stop myself from re-playing the certain incident with Paul Slater over and over again, as soon as I found myself thinking along the topic of romance. I kept blaming myself for my own stupidity. How could I be so stupid?
Well I won't let him have his way! After what happened I've decided not to let guys come up too close to me. I don't want to make the same mistake over and over again.
It seemed like I was cursed. All the guys I come to love manage to simply disappear from my life. Well technically it was only one guy and he moved on from his own free will! Added with Paul Slater's manipulation, of course!
No! I'm not going down on the memory lane again. I've done it enough for the past few months. Plus no matter how much I recollect those memories, it's not like, I can change the past.
I went to sleep with a troubled mind. How can one single guy be so much trouble? Well at least I'll be able to enjoy some blissful hours of sleep before having to deal with him again!
But I wasn't lucky enough to evade of his clutches. He was stupid enough to decide that a night visit in the shifter place might enlighten my mood. As if!
Stupid Paul and his stupid kisses. Why does something so wrong, feels so good? I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest as I acknowledged his presence through the mist.
He smirked at me and asked "Won't I get a warm welcome like yesterday?" pouting his lips and looking at me through those puppy dog eyes.
My left eye started twitching. That hell spawn shouldn't look so irresistible! Is he actually aware of what those looks are doing to me?
Those looks should be illegal, seriously. They aim at nothing but to manipulate and deceive people! Honestly, he must not be allowed to use that look on me! I tried to glare some more but found myself even unable to muster up a decent one.
The corner of my mouth shifted into a tiny smile before it disappeared completely. God! I can't believe myself! Smiling? At Paul Slater, the spawn of Satan himself? I felt like wailing pathetically in my pit of despair!
He smiled triumphantly. I glowered again but the damage was done. Another one of those charms, to be added to the very long list of things, which were simply impossible to resist.
"To what do I owe this pleasure Slater?" I asked in a sickeningly polite voice, doing a rather dreadful imitation of him. You know when he always asks things like "To what do I owe this pleasure Suze?" like the perfect gentlemen.
The girls in my class, namely Kelly Prescott, would swoon at his manners and charms, calling him the perfect gentleman.
But trust me, gentlemanly is not a word that should be associated with Paul Slater. Dangerous, mighty dangerous, that suits him far better.
Paul raised his eyebrow up, way up and said "You were mad with me today. You practically ignored me the whole day after our little chat. It hurts Suze. You know how much it hurts when you ignore me" he said in a mockingly serious voice.
"Yeah sureeeeeee, that must be why you were Kelly's little watch dog during the whole school period "I drawled sarcastically. But one look at the smug look in those icy blue eyes, immediately made me regret what I just said.
He gave me a knowing smile confirming my doubts. Shit! Now he must be thinking that I was jealous because he was with Kelly the whole day.
"You know, it was pretty much the other way around Suze. And besides I prefer to be your very own, personal watch dog. I wouldn't mind that at all, but that's only if you'll let me" he said sweetly.
"Dream on Slater, I won't need you if you were the last man on earth. I'd rather sleep with a dog!" I jeered.
"Now now Suze I didn't mention anything about sex. No need to get that rash. We have a lot of time. What's more, I will always be ready to willingly sate your each and every desire. You know, I have a nice big bed and…." He didn't get to complete that statement because I closed the distance between us and raised my hand to give him a much deserved slap on the face.
But before it even touched that perfectly angular cheek he caught my wrist in an iron grip that hurt. I winced inwardly but refused to show my pain.
He drew me towards him and I collided against his warm body. It was strange that such a cold person would feel so warm, I thought distractedly.
He took that moment of distraction to snake his other hand around my other wrist and pin me with that icy blue gaze.
"What are you doing? Let go of me you stupid jerk" I said struggling. It was futile. He had hell of a strong grip for a seventeen year old guy. I glared up at him and he smirked at me, tightening his grip on me.
"Suze" he whispered huskily in my left year and I froze. The hair on the back of my neck stood and I went immobile in his arms. Seriously what's wrong with me? Why did he have such a strong effect on me? No, I do not lust after Paul, ok? I do not. Paul is gross and I'm frozen right now because I'm disgusted ok? God I'm so pathetic, why do I always argue with myself?
He nipped my left year and landed kisses along my neck. All strength seemed to have failed me as I went limp in his arms.
His kisses made me feel hot all over. It was like his lips were burning into my skin.
His loosened his grip around my wrists to graze his hands along my back, to cup my bottom through the thin satin nightdress I wore.
He pulled me against his body and my eyes widened with surprise as I felt him through the barrier of our clothes.
I gave out a small moan as his mouth trailed a hot path of kisses down to the tops of my breasts till it rested on the frilly neckline of my nightdress. His hips started grounding against my core and my mind started clouding with lust, hazy with pleasure.
I lost count of the time he held me in that intimate embrace. I distinctly heard myself moaning and him groaning in my ears at the sensual friction between us and the heated pressure of his hard arousal digging against my core.
All I could see were white starts exploding behind my eyelids, as my pleasure heightened. It was as if a coil was tightening and tightening within my body, till it was ready to be released.
Finally it snapped and I heard myself moaning his name as I felt wetness flooding my panties. I let my entire weight fall snug against his body and felt his hands stroking my hair, gently.
I still felt him through his trousers and knew that this meant he hadn't reached completion yet.
I wondered why he had stopped and opened my eyes to hazily gaze at those icy blue eyes that seemed to devour my entire body and soul.
The corners of his lips quirked into a self-satisfied smile as he swooped down to take my lips in harsh, possessive and claiming kiss.
I melted against him in sweet surrender, letting his skilled tongue dominate my mouth.
My hands snaked around his neck as he thoroughly devoured my mouth.
It seemed like forever when he finally stopped the onslaught on my mouth, to pull himself away from me.
The possessiveness in those steely blue depths feasting on my thoroughly kiss bruised lips, in satisfaction, made me blush into a deep shade of pink and squirm in his strong embrace.
Then he had to open his mouth to completely ruin the blissful silence.
"Only one touch is enough to shut that pretty little mouth of yours and make you all putty in my arms, little Susie" he whispered arrogantly with a chuckle.
What Susie? He did not just say that. He did not! That word was enough for me to slip off, from my trance. With all the strength that was left in my body, I laid my hands on his chest and pushed him away.
Paul staggered a few steps but unfortunately the force of that push was not enough for him to land on his butt. It was really too bad! Paul landing on his butt would be highly hilarious.
I mean something like that was so not Paul like. At least something like that would be a blow on his reputation and his big ego.
Paul looked surprised since he clearly hadn't expected me to struggle at all. The satisfaction I gained from surprising him immediately dissipated as I caught the hurt look in his eyes.
Did Ice king actually managed to look hurt? Nah, surely my eyes were playing tricks on me. But still…..I didn't want him to look at me like that.
Before he opened his stupid mouth I said "Don't you dare call me Susie "in the most dangerous voice I could muster.
"Chill Suze, I won't call that again" he said with a roll of his eyes. To say I wasn't surprised that he agreed with something I said would be a lie.
Honestly this is the first time he agreed to something I said.
My cheeks flushed red in mortification as I recalled what exactly we were doing before I managed to push him away.
I couldn't believe I did that with him and thoroughly enjoyed it as well !
I continued to glare at him and he reached for me again. I slapped his hand and said "Stay the hell away from me Paul".
Thankfully he didn't try to touch me again and I knew that if he tried that again I wouldn't be able to stop myself even if he opened his sarcastic mouth.
He looked hurt and I inwardly cheered myself in smug satisfaction. "I'd prefer to get some decent sleep" I said looking away from him, unable to meet his gaze.
He sighed and the vision blurred till it was completely black. When I opened my eyes again, I woke up in my own bed with an ear splitting headache. "God damn you Paul!" I cursed as I got up hazily to take some aspirin.
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