This chapter has a little surpirse so im just going to get to it C;
Auctioned Hearts 17-
When we arrived at the hotel room Demyan chilled on the couch as I went to the kitchen.
Isn’t it amazing how a hotel room kitchen can be twice the size as my apartment room kitchen?
I felt a tinge of guilt having to push away from my brain how much this all actually cost.
“Demyan, do you want any ice cream?” I partially yell over to him in the different room.
“No, thank-you .” I could practically hear him making a face of disgust while saying that. Demyan wasn’t really one for sweets; he seemed to like bitter things more like coffee and dark chocolate, fitting.
I returned into the room with to glasses of water and a bowl of ice cream for myself.
Call me a fatty but I really don’t have a problem with just eating what I want as long as it's in moderation, many girls are so scared at becoming fat they don’t know that anything out of moderation can kill you.
Moderation is key.
I snap out of my inner dialog as Demyan waves a hand in front of me.
I look up at him a bit clueless.
He chuckles lightly his straight white teeth and green eyes mesmerizing me.
“I was asking what we are going to watch?”
I smiled “Well, let’s see what’s on!”
Eventually a little movie by the name of 28 Days Later caught our eyes.
I gasped unconsciously curling closer to myself. I was never really good with horror movies. Demyan raising an eyebrow at me in amusement leaned closer to me, he then wrapped a protective arm around my waist and pulled me to his side. At the time I really wasn’t complaining because like I said horror movies aren’t quite my thing. I could see the corners of Demyan’s mouth quirk upward in amusement at my gasps and look away-s from the screen his eyebrows raised and chuckling every now and then holding me tighter.
After the movie ended we sat there in comfortable silence.
“Chenoa, there is something I have to know?”
I look up at him as a ‘go on’.
“Why….why did you get auctioned off? You don’t seem like the type of girl to just go on dates casually.”
I let out a breath I’d been holding.
“If it’s for family I’d do anything, even selling off a date or two.”
He nodded slowly.
“Family really means a lot to you…” he said lost in his thoughts, more butterflies escaped their cage and flew around my stomach. I then pulled him closer with shaky hands.
“Chenoa.” I could hear him breathe my name with his husky deep voice.
The scenery changed and I was in my bed, well, the bed of my hotel room. Demyan just inches away from my face he then leaned down, his warm breath fanning my face and he kissed me. Demyan’s full lips were soft but had a rough edge that no doubt drew wanting girls crazy. I wonder if they felt that good outside of a dream. Then I mentally slapped myself for thinking of such a thing, I can’t lead him on with nothing to promise. I am dangerous. Too dangerous. But just for this moment, because a dream is a dream I wrapped my arms around his waist squeezing his toned body tight
“Demyan, don’t leave me.” I mumbled. After a moment he simply nodded before taking his shoes off and lying down with me and pulling me close.
My face flushed thinking of how good a simple kiss in a dream felt! Looked down at his face curiously.
“Having fun darlin’? a deep chuckle came from Demyan as he gave a shit eating grin from catching me staring. I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t compliment yourself, I just had a weird dream.”
He raised an eyebrow and his shit eating grin turned into a suggestive one.
“Oh please do tell. ” He growled suggestively leaning up on his elbows.
I rolled my eyes.
“Just for that I don’t think I will.”
I wasn’t going to anyways.
I let out a surprised ‘eep’ as Demyan flipped me under him trapping my wrists with one of his hands.
“Tell me?” he questioned licking his lips before smirking dangerously down at me, his green eyes glinting with mischief.
“D-Demyan!” I coughed out in surprise. “Let me go.”
He chuckled with his deep hypnotic voice before putting a finger to his chin feigning thought.
“Hmm, I don’t think I will .” He said sarcastically mocking my previous words with a shit eating grin.
Demyan leaned in close his warm breath fanning my face as I averted my eyes face heating up more at the familiar feeling from the dream.
“Soo, are you going to tell me?” He said with that velvety deep voice.
“I-I don’t-“ My face scrunched up debating. “It’s stupid…”
Demyan raised an eyebrow willing me to continue.
“You-” my face flushed up more and I pressed my lips together tightly before exhaling through my nose. In a quick flurry I rushed out the words.
“You kissed me.”
Demyan blinked once and then twice confused, sorting it out in his mind.
“I know, I shouldn’t have told you.” I sighed running a hand through my messy hair “It’s stupid.”
Demyan let go of my arms looking displeased.
“And what’s so stupid about it Chenoa?” he spit out like venom in a frustrated matter.
“That I’d be dreaming of something like that…”
He then leaned over my form a smirk forming on his mouth after he licked his lips he said in a slightly husky mumble. “But what if it wasn’t just a dream?”
I blinked taking in what he just said.
What? What is that supposed to mean?
As I watched Demyan get up and put his shoes on before leaving the bedroom it clicked.
“DEMYANNNNNN!” I screeched my face redder than a tomato.
I just heard his chuckle from the other room as my trembling (mostly from surprise) fingers touched my lips, my eyes as wide as saucers.
EEEP first kiss C; !!
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Oh and Peyton will arrive soon enough!
Auctioned Hearts(c) Nankimo
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The year is 2015 and Chenoa's family is poor, so they are doing what any regular family would, Auction dates with her off to rich men. When she is won by the dark haired, green eyed celebrity Demyan Levontav things start to heat up. How will Chenoa...