Chapter 22: Ice cream Kisses

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Another chapter of AH

hope you like it!

plot should thicken  more around the next two chapters-ish



If you want me, let me know

where do you wana go?

No need for talking, I already know

If you want me, why go?

-'stars' by The XX


Auctioned Hearts 22

(Chenoa P.O.V)

As I walk back to my hotel room I begin to feel a bit better, the air helped clear my head along with the chat with the nice lady in the elevator. When I turned the corner my face dropped at the sight.

Demyan was leaning against the wall adjacent to my door looking none too happy, and that as an understatement. Nerves rolled over me as I unlocked the door letting him in, neither of us said a word. As he shut the door behind us, I walked over to the kitchen noticing the steps behind me.

“Want any ice cream?” I asked.

He shook his head. I got a bowl for myself and plopped onto the couch. He followed but did not sit on the couch, instead he paced back and fourth in front of me as if he was trying to burn a pathway into the hard wood, after a finishing the bowl of ice cream I sighed wearily and set it down knowing this was not going to be a fun talk.

“What’s up?” I asked as I motioned for him to sit down. He obliged, but not ­happily. After a couple minutes his moss green eyes met directly with mine, with an intensity that blew me away.

“You went out with Peyton.” It was more of a statement than a question but I nodded anyways. Demyan then leaned in, his mint breath fanning across my face making me flush a tad at the proximity. 

“What did he do?” Demyan asked with a strained voice. His dark eyelashes were so long it almost wasn’t fair, they really brought out his gorgeous green eyes. I bit my lip as I realized his question.

“Um, well,” His emerald eyes were just pulling the answer to his question out of me.

Wait, what business does he have caring about my dates?!

I instantly suborned, my eyebrows furrowing together as my lips pursed.

“What do you care?” I huffed.

The corners of his lips twitched in amusement, and I realized that I just played a really bad move. The exact move he wanted me to play.

Demyan’s tall form, even sitting towered over me as he prowled in closer and closer like a jaguar cornering its prey. I had to continuously retreat soon enough my back was then pinned to the arm rest of the love seat, his devilishly handsome form leaned over me effectively trapping me in between him and the couch. Demyan smelled like the masculine sent of a forest mixed with the comforting sent of coffee, and the way that the light of the setting sun hit his face illuminating his model-like cheek bones and his square jaw line could have been illegal. I took in a sharp breath as his face dipped downward and his breath hit my ear.

“That’s the wrong answer Che-no-ah” He drawled out slowly, then leaning back Demyan appreciated the flush that reddened my face, the desired effect he was wanting.

My eyebrows furrowed. “Are you trying to seduce the answer out of me Mr. Levontav?”

He smirked an amused glint lighting his eyes, “My dad is Mr. Levontav, call me Demyan.” He cooed while wiggling his eyebrows playfully. I snorted a laugh rolling my eyes.

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