The Sensible One (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Forty

He scoffed, but his eyes were wide like he couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. He kept quiet for a moment and just looked at me, eyes on me I thought I saw the barest hint of interest before he his hand gripped the longer strands of hair at the upper back of my head, my skin burning as I was lurched forwards.

"Great, then what's the difference between us? Why are you so afraid of sleeping in my bed, huh?"

The sudden contact making my skin crawl so badly that my hands hovered over his, not even wanting to make contact with his hand to pull him off of me, but unable to match his power to pull my head forward and out of his grip, I swallowed, exhaling, holding the awkward position.

"You don't wanna answer?" He asked me. The atmosphere felt like it was pressing my head down, something he was doing to the air around me, it made my blood feel cold, scary.

My tongue was glued to my throat, I had to manually remind my mouth how to move. "How about..." I took a breath. "The fact that I know Lowell..." I spoke carefully, and with as much condescension as I could manage. "Or the fact that you kidnapped us... dragged me out of his room... and are currently painfully gripping my hair... without my permission." I smiled at him, my eyes angry. "I would rather sleep in the bathtub."

He was still smiling, but his eyes had gone cold.

The silence between us made my stomach turn but I said nothing and resisted the urge to move.

"You know I could drag you to my bed too."

I didn't know what to say to that.

I looked around the room, wondering if it would be worth it to find a way to knock on the door at something as small as this.

I took a deep breath and touched his hand, trying to pull it off of me, the way my skin crawled made my stomach lurch.

"Look at that." He grinned. "Soft hands." His eyes glinted.

I felt some sense of horror, saw no trace of Lowell in his figure, form or features that could possibly have reassured me.

They were normal hands, with some hair on them, wider knuckles, long fingers, the same hands as everyone else. Yes, I did use some vitamin e, green tea, men's moisturiser on my hands and arms when they were getting dry, but I don't think that necessarily made them softer than any other man's.

I swung forward in a leap of faith and to my relief he let go of my hair.

I swallowed, standing up slowly, trying to hide my shaky legs. I wasn't proud of being afraid of him and would prefer him not to gain confidence from knowing.

"I don't know what you want from me." I spoke loud and face. "But either explain now or I will..." I looked around. "Break everything I get my hands on in here."

And granted, that was a threat, there were trophies and valuables, a massive mac computer and TV, a pool table and a mini fridge, a bar even, that would be horrifying to destroy but that was the intention after all.

He narrowed his eyes. "You can try," He got up and squared out his massive shoulders. "I'll break a bone in your body for every item you so much as damage."

He smiled at me. "Snap. There goes a finger. Snap. There goes your arm." He walked up at to me slowly as he spoke.

I took a step back this time, then another and another.

"My intention is to make Lowell uncomfortable, so that regardless of what dad wants with him, he pisses off with his wifey back to the shithole he came from."

I stopped slowly and immediately wished I hadn't as he got up in my personal space. Heart beating a little fast I looked up at him. "Then we have the same goal, at least in part."