Inheritance

Chapter 36

As if detecting my transfixed eyes on him, his head beguilingly swung in my direction. With an intent look on his placid face, he motioned for me to follow him inside the house. However, instead of waiting for me to acknowledge him, he simply turned on his feet and walked towards the back door entrance. 

For a minute, I found myself debating on whether to actually go after him. Did he really think that everything was fine? In fact, the more I thought about the cocksure way he'd openly gestured for me, I felt even more tempted to follow him inside the house just to give him a piece of my mind.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to uh...g-grab a cold drink." I told the group, already standing from my folding chair to begin walking towards the house.

"Perfect, I'm a bit thirsty, too. I think I'll come with you." Marco mirrored, also beginning to rise from his seat beside me.

"Oh no! Um, I'll get your drink for you. A Corona, right?" I attested, causing him to smile and sit back down.

"And don't you forget it. Wait, do you think you could also grab me a blanket, it's getting a bit chilly?" He added, then continued to gossip with Isabella about the latest celebrity drama that I personally wasn't too caught up on.

Entering the kitchen through the back door, I was met with random guests drunkenly meandering throughout the dining parlor and living room. After failing to detect Kendall's foreboding presence anywhere in the foyer, I continued to venture down a lone corridor in search of nothing in particular. Aside, from the one man I currently wanted to berate.

When I reached a dead end, I slowly pivoted my heels to walk back down the long hall. However, my body stilled when two firm hands roughly gripped my arm, pulling me into a dark room. Before I could hasten out a cry for help, a crisp hand tightly clamped my mouth shut. Pressed flush against the hardwood door, I oddly felt turned on.

"Don't scream." The familiar voice warned, prodding me to turn around. When the lights switched on, I immediately recognized his face.

"What's wrong with you? You should have let me know it was you." I carefully scorned, though my tone came out slightly agile as Kendall's carousel lips gently teetered along my ear.

"You're right." He admitted, yet he didn't look the least bit regretful of his actions.

My eyes briefly roamed across the room, taking in the opulent guest bedroom that Kendall had made himself quite comfortable in. The man had discarded his swim trunks and t-shirt, only to be covered by a flimsy velvet robe tied loosely around his waist. I could denote the prominent curvatures of his pectoral muscles, all while my hands struggled to refrain from copping a feel of the mannequin-like display.

"What are you doing?" I finally asked, curious to learn the unclear reason he'd brought me here.

"I wanted to talk to you, Sasha. I'm sorry about the other day. What happened...I never wanted you to see me like that. I promise it won't happen again." He confessed, sounding more apologetic than usual.

"Kendall—I don't know. I think I need time to myself to think. I just...seeing you like that was really scary." I admitted, staring at his glossed eyes.

"I know. But, I need to know that you believe me when I tell you it won't happen again?" He responded, leaning in uncannily close and using his index finger to prop my chin up.

His constricted pupils scanned my face for a hopeful reply that I couldn't quite give.

"Well, do you?" He repeated, but I wasn't sure how to respond. When his finger placed under my chin began to caress the smooth area, I found my anger slowly dissipating.