His Black Heart.

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

"Why are you staring at me?" Alyssar asked. How creepy was that? She looked to make sure she was in tact.

"Can you calm the fuck down?" He said getting up. She frowned and tried to calm her breathing.

"It is not very nice to be staring at people while they sleep...that is the creepiest thing I have ever encountered...I can tell you for a fact that Ahmad would have you dead for that" she said before she could stop herself.

Brian the bare chested god stopped dead in his tracks and turned looking at her accusingly. "The fuck did you say?" He said his eyes becoming very intense. Alyssar screwed up...she had to find a way to fix this. If he knew that Ahmad was coming to take her away from Gregory then it was game over.

"Nothing, I meant Gregory...I am sure he wouldn't want you to be looking at his soon to be wife while she slept." he walked over to her grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

"Do you think I was fucking born yesterday?" He asked her angrily. He was hurting her.

"What? I didn't mean Ahmad..." She said hoping he believed her.

"What game are you fucking playing?" He was shaking her now.

"Oh my god, can you stop. This is not your business...stay out of it" She nudged her arm away.

"You thinking of fucking up Gregory?" He asked her. She bit her lip and walked passed him to use the bathroom. In truth Alyssar needed to calm down. Her body shaking...she almost screwed it up...almost. She got herself together before she returned to him.

"Talk Alyssar...what the fuck is going on?" He was sitting on the bed, jeans unbuttoned no shirt on...he looked dare she say it...hot as hell.

"Look Brian, I will give you no trouble...but you need to leave me alone. This is not your concern." He squinted his eyes at her.

"He will kill you, and your precious Ahmad...your playing with the wrong person" he warned her.

"Thank you for your advise, excuse me if I do not take it from a racist hater as yourself. I am sure my safety is not your true concern. So please mind your own business." He nodded his head.

"Your right, you are all the fucking same, planning murders, planning attacks...Ahmad is probably the worst of the lot...your association with him makes you no better than him." She hated that he spoke like that about her Ahmad.

"Yes because I am sure your are full of good will." She replied bitchily. She hated that she was always type cast.

"Do not ever compare me to your kind. It is insulting" He said with so much disgust. It got to her. But she knew better than to let him know that. She was so used to hiding her hurt at the treatment she received.

"Because your so much better than my kind?" She needed to stay calm...he was getting to her.

"Damn right I am" he was so sure of himself.

"Okay whatever" shrugging her shoulders.

"How about you take that crap off your head. He is going to make you do it anyway. Save me the trouble of looking at it for the next few days" He was really hurting her with his harsh comments.

"Than avert your eyes." she snapped.

"No, I think I will insist that you take it off." She felt her heart beat rapidly. She did not think he would force her, but looking into his very intense eyes, very determined eyes.