I stared at the food, wondering if he had added something to it. It just doesn't make sense that he would serve me food when I was supposed to be his prisoner.
It could be that he is planning to drug me and do something worst.
"I don't want it." I rejected and his eyes snapped, his calm face turning furious.
"You are a prisoner, you don't get to say no." he snapped, but I shook my head still.
"I'm not hungry," I muttered but the words barely left my mouth when his hand suddenly clamped around my throat, choking me.
I struggled, taken aback and dig my nails into his hand but he refused to let go, tightening his hold.
He definitely has a bad temper.
"Do not push me, girl. I don't have a lot of patience to deal with you," he growled,
I clawed at his grip, and my vision blurred for a second but instead of giving in, I challenged him.
"Then kill me." I dared him despite my voice trembling.
I don't know if I'm mad because of his fake kindness or the fact that my brain can't stop thinking about the warm feel of his lips on my hand and that made me despise myself.
His hand tightened more around my neck, and for a split second, I thought he was really going to kill me.
The pain became unbearable and my tears fell involuntarily. That seemed to do the magic.
His hold loosened instantly and I saw something flicker in his eyes like remorse.
I fell into a fit of coughing, clutching my almost strangled neck with red marks visible around my throat.
"Be a good girl,"
"Eat." he commanded, his tone calm.
I stared at him, shocked, wondering if he is bipolar for almost killing me just because I refused to eat and grabbed the plate, biting away.
His eyes continued to watched me intensely until I was done eating and I placed the empty glass down.
"I'm done."
"Good. Take a shower. You scent is awful." he ordered, his face twisted.
"Who doesn't like lavender smell?" I thought but obeyed and stood from the bed slowly.
I glance around the room, and saw the door to the bathroom.
"I don't have anything to change into." I told him and he pointed to another door.
"You can find something in the closet." he said and I nodded then slowly got off the bed and entered the bathroom.
I looked around at the huge space and immediately realized the room belonged to Xavier.
The brushed and all, reveals that clearly.
Isn't he said to be very cautious and private? Yet, he is allowing me use his bed and bathroom. Not only that, but giving me permission to wear his clothes.
I heart swelled, and I entered the shower space and my brain couldn't help but imagine Xavier in the same space, my face flustered.
"What is wrong with me?" I immediately cautioned myself, realizing what I was doing and slapped my own cheek.
'Wake up, Raina! Why would you care that he used this bathroom?'
I took a minute to understand how the stuff worked then took a long shower, watching the blood earlier off me and stepped out.
I grabbed a towel hanged and wrapped it on myself then realized that I should have bought in some clothes before getting in.
I popped my head out a bit, scanning the room and I was relieved to see Xavier was no longer in the room, although the bed sheet seemed to have been changed.
I came out and head to the closet, but found only clothes belonging to him there and his boxers.
Not having much choice, I picked a white boxer, my favorite color and took a long black shirt to go with it.
I came out after putting it on, and I was startled to see Xavier in the room again, standing by the door.
"Why so surprised?" he asked, coming closed. My heart flipped, my body betraying me.
I wondered if my body will continue to do whenever I see him and tried to relax but then I realized that I'm not wearing anything else under the shirt and left my bra in the laundry bag.
"I am…" I tried to find some word to explain but my throat suddenly run dry and he grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the bed.
A rush of sensation ran through my back and heat flooded through me as my back hit the bed.
"Alpha…" I protested, but my voice came out lowly and he hovered over me before I could stand to my feet.
"Stay put," he said, his tone more like a threat.
I bit my lip, silently obeying him and didn't stop until I draw some blood.
Xavier doesn't seemed to notice any of my reaction to him, and raise my shirt a little, revealing a part of my stomach and the boxer I tried to hide.
He turned to something and that's when I noticed the small bottle in his hand and he dabs the cream gently on my bruised skin.
I exhaled loudly as his hand came in contact with my body, and immediately place a hand over my mouth.
I heard him smirk, and felt more embarrassed, covering my face to hide but then I felt his breath touch my ear and went stiff.
"You picked my favorite shirt, good choice." he whispered in my ear, and i immediately regret picking this one.
The feel of his breath and scent on me made it even harder to breath but he wasn't done yet.
He stared at my face this time, and run his finger on my lips, not minding the bleed.
"Did you do this to yourself so I can kiss you?" he muttered with his breath falling on my lips and I immediately deny it.
"No, I was just…"
He didn't allow me to finish before pulling in, and suck my lower lip for a second then pulled back.
"Xavier!" I whimpered, blurting out his name but he wasn't bothered, despite our eleven years age difference.
"Shh" he placed his hand on his lips.
"I'm not done yet." he said, and continued to apply the cream around my neck.
I laid there like a log of wood, afraid to move or doing anything else.
He pulled away shortly, and I also sit up.
"The boxer is new though." he said as I caught him staring at it, and quickly grabbed the duvet to cover myself.
"Thank you." I simply told him.
Despite everything, he hasn't treated me badly… yet. Although that made me even more afraid.
He stared at him for a second, and seemed to have something to say but suddenly ruffled my hair and left the room.