WHITNEY

What the hell was that? how did this man succeed to make me accept his assertions?
I didn't realize this when I started agreeing with everything he said.

Was it because I felt something for him, maybe because I didn't want to throw shame on him? I didn't know what was my motivation. However, despite this feeling, he had something overpowering when he was close to me.

His words and even his scent had some authority, a sort of strength. I hated the way he had this strength over me, and how weak I behaved when he talked to me.

Now I had accepted everything in front of everyone, in front of the world, I would be forced to act as a couple with him in front of everybody.

By the way, he was smirking after I made these affirmations, I presumed he have planned everything as if he knew I couldn't betray him, a fucking asshole.

"I don't like the way you manipulated me to accept every bullshit you expressed, I didn't realize when I started taking your cause" I yelled out sitting on my bed, looking at him. He was smiling and looked to the ceiling.

"I didn't make anything, you are the one who accepted everything, I didn't threaten you to say anything, it was your own will to express how you felt in front of the world. It burned you inside and you wanted the world to know that you loved me too. You can't deny it." He expressed, composed always looking at the ceiling, he didn't make any move.

"I don't love you, the only sentiment you make me feel is an uncommon anger, I hate you so profoundly Addams Wilson" I stated, louder.

He stood from his bed after what I uttered, he motioned toward me, and slowly he was reducing the space between us.

Hell no, my heart was thumping as he motioned toward me. Why have I accepted to remain in the same room with him, I should have refused this clause.

A very fine-looking man, bewitching by his body, every step he made, made me tense, fancying about what he would do.

He came in front of me without a word and bent down to reach my height as I was sitting on the bed, putting his hands to support his body to not fall.

Looking into my eyes, he asked
"you claim the only sentiment you have toward me is deep bitterness. isn't it?"

I couldn't make any reply, I was speechless his fucking presence made me tongue-tied.

"However, your body expresses something else, your body claims me, you need my touch, you want to feel me inside of you. You can't lie" he continued.

I took a deep breath and expressed frowning
"It isn't a lie, I profoundly hate..." before finishing my statement, he was already on my lips, kissing me, he passionately and profoundly kissed me, this one soft kiss filled with love, full of positive emotions.

He was driving me into a state I didn't want to reach, another bed in the same room didn't make any difference, why have I accepted such a clause?

He laid me on the bed, and opened my legs astraddle, this man, my body needed him thus I tried powerless to piss him out of my mind.

Fuck, would I have sex with him? How could it happen? I didn't want to be so weak although it was just what I was, a weak girl under this man's cuddle.

He took his time kissing me, passing his hand over and over my body touching every single part of my body.

Why have I decided to wear these small shorts? It was more than a provocation, being in the same room with him wearing just shorts and a bra was suicidal. What did I have in mind?

He Kissed my neck, slowly coming down to my chest, hell, it would happen, I would lose my virginity under the dick of the son of my enemy.

He slowly removed my bra and went to kiss my nipples when suddenly my phone rang.

What a bargain, I couldn't dream of a call in a most opportune situation, only mom was able of such a thing, she was a heaven gift.

"Please let me take this call, it is my mum calling, I should respond," Said I, trying to recover my breath cause of the excitation he drove me in.

He sighed looking at me, a sigh filled with deception though he moved and let me go.

"Ouffff..!" I felt relieved.

how many times would I resist this man? I stood put on my bra and rushed to the phone.

However if she called me now, it was obvious it was because of the information circulating.

"Allô mom," said I

"Allô sweetie" she responded with excitement in the voice

"How are you doing? how is Addams?" she asked with a lovely tone

"We are all doing well mom" I responded

"I want to talk with you" she expressed, it was obvious in her words that this call was because of the New York Times.

"Okay mom, what do you propose? should I come home?" I wanted to be alone with her to tell her the situation which obliged me to behave as I did.

I hated my fucking unstable heart, sometimes I hated him when I thought of everything his father did, and the other time, he was the one guy I didn't want to see in a pathetic situation.

"No don't bother, I will come there, tell Addams to also be present" she expressed.

I looked at him sitting on the bed, glaring at me as if he hoped something would happen again after this call.

"He will be there," I took a while before responding.

"Love you, darling," said she before hanging off the phone.

After the call, he stood and motioned toward me, he came and wrapped my waist with his arm, with his height, I needed to lift my glance to meet his.

"It is just a matter of time before you will be mine, and the burden you carry alone which tries to take you away from me, will be part of me, you won't be alone again" He declared and softly pressed his lips on mine.

I threw my glance away and a blush instantly covered my cheeks. I was supposed to avenge my parent's death not fall for the son of his murderer.
What the hell was I living?