Pandora's Box

CHAPTER 19

Jaden

I don't know the scientific explanation, but the first time I kissed Pandora, I felt much more pleasure than what is usually felt from a kiss. Not that I'm a fan of kissing, I only occasionally agree to it because girls seem to like it. I, to use the expression Pandora keeps repeating, prefer to get straight into their panties without wasting too much time with nonsense.

However, things seem to be different with Pandora. Her taste, her smell, and the sounds she made were enough to make me want to drown in her. I found myself thinking that I want to remember what I felt when I kissed her, until the day I die.

I think we're very sexually compatible, which is great; no other explanation exists. Yet, an alarm bell rings in my head: she is dangerous for me. Because I'm starting to realize how deeply she's gotten under my skin, with every touch.

Every time she pulls away from me, my chest fills with coldness, and I want nothing more than to have her close again.

There's something different about her. Maybe it's the way she looks at me with those blue eyes, which I've known for years and that practically make me feel exposed. Visible.

Pandora sees me, and I, her.

She makes me feel as if I'm not that abused child anymore, who wants to take revenge on the world for it. As if I have potential and am not a total failure. But these are just stupid thoughts, because I know myself and what I am: a wreck.

I am broken.

Just a body wandering this earth, without any purpose in life or any special desire to live. I've been trying to fight my demons since I left my father, but they were too strong for me, so much so that I had to become one myself.

Pandora is not for me, it's as if in my destructive hands, something beautiful, gorgeous, was given to me, which I know I will tear to pieces. The worst part for me is that I no longer want that.

It would be right for me to let her go. To run as far as she can. Yet, every time I think about it, I feel pain and sadness just imagining it.

I am a selfish man.

I know I will slowly destroy her, but I can't let her slip through my fingers. She's like a ray of light, a little angel sent specially for me, to brighten up this shitty life.

I am miserable.

She hasn't done anything wrong to deserve being with me. Just my mere presence, probably, ruins her life.

I am just like my father.

I clench my teeth at the last thought. I open the car door and get out quickly. Pandora watches me, as I signal her to come to my side.

When she gets in front of me, I grab the loops of her jeans, comfortably placing my hands above her buttocks. She squints her eyes at me, and I just roll my eyes.

I signal for her to follow me, and together we move to an emergency exit. Pandora raises an eyebrow and, in a playful tone, says:

"You don't seem like a fan of the Zoo."

"I'm not."

"Then, why...?"

I don't wait for her to finish her sentence and pull out a card from my pocket. I got it as a gift after a "donation" to one of the guards. I unlock and push the gate open.

It moves with a deafening screech, disturbing the night's silence. With a sly smile on my face, I signal Pandora to follow me. Once we're both inside the zoo's yard, I carefully close the gate behind us.