Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

“No. I’ll have you on my shoulders all day.” He says possessively as he walks towards a BMW car parked by the roadside.

“Let me go, will you?” I scream in frustration, hitting him with my hands as hard as I can, but he seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.

“Beg me.” He commands. We were almost at the most lighted part of the club area.

“What!?”

“Beg me and I might reconsider.” He says more seriously with an evil smirk.

Oh, how dare he!

He makes to move towards the light as I fall into silence, but I protest loudly, begging him.

“Please! I’ll walk. I… I beg you!” I say quickly.

“Good.” He broods and puts me to the ground, making me stand on my feet.

“You idiot!” I curse under my breath and start walking away, but he pulls me back to himself, making me come face to face with him.

“What did you say, Miss Galena?” He asks with an amused look and his eyes has a lascivious humour.

I pull my hand away from his grip and scoff, eyeing him with hatred. Yeah, he just saved me, but that didn’t mean he could treat me how ever he wanted to. I start walking away again but he pulls me back questioningly.

“You’re coming with me.” He says in finality, his expression returning to the ever, bossy Brandon kind of expression.

“I have a home Mr. Brandon.” I say haughtily, glaring at him.

“My bad. You must’ve been playing hide and seek with that guy.” He replies with a glint of mockery in his voice. He was making fun of me.

“Who do you think you are!? I told you, I don’t need your help!”

He chuckles darkly, and with his eyes firmly fixed on me, he says; “How about we call the other guy so you can have a li’l chat with him?”

He nods to the direction of the second hooded guy. He was a distance away from us, and I guessed he must’ve been searching for his partner. I freeze in fear as I notice him, and I do not realise when I silently draw back to him, like a scared, little pup.

I hear him chuckle in mockery behind me, and I turn to glare at him. He had a victorious look on his face, as he smirked down at me.

“You win!” I spit in disgust, “but I’m not going home with you!”

“I think I know a better place,” he smiles lewdly at me, “another club where you can strip your little ass for me.”

I gape at him in horror, “What did you just say to me?” I ask with anger coursing through me.

“I just realised that girls like you rather sleep in a club than at home. It’s more natural that way.” He spills in sarcasm.

I raise my hand up to slap him, but he catches it mid air. He pulls me by my hand to him, but I flip myself off his grip in anger and glare at him, before walking away.

“You’re not planning a suicide mission, are you?” he questions with a hint of concern in his voice.

“What is that to you anyway? I’m just a slut!” I say with tears stinging my eyes, threatening to pour.

I scoff and start walking away again, but I soon start feeling the blood in-between my thighs, and I grow nervous. What was I supposed to do at that point? Turn back to this annoying man, or risk being seen as a sickening, ungroomed lady?

I chose the latter and continued in slow, heavy steps in the opposite direction. Somehow, deep down, I wished he could just apologise at that point and come to my rescue, but Galena Fields would never puncture her pride for any man, ever! So I kept drawing closer to the light in front of us, as I moved in the direction of my home. I knew that was a rash decision, and I shouldn’t be staying in that house after those hooded guys came after me, but the stubborn, egoistic part of me needed her satisfaction.

I suddenly feel a strong, manly hand hugging me from behind tightly, and I gasp in shock. I am pinned to the spot by his grip, but I feel so comfy and nice, so I see no need to protest.

“You certainly don’t want people seeing you like this Galena.” he says calmly. One could think he was remorseful, but Brandon was one human that never regretted his actions.

“Let me go.” I say tiredly, but I do not struggle, I just let him pin me down, and I let his scent enchant me.

“No.” He says stubbornly like a scared, little kid. I almost feel sorry for him and I don’t even know why.

“Let me take you somewhere safe, please.” He says with the kindest voice ever.

“It doesn’t matter now. Just let me be.” I say calmly as the tears that had formed a pool in my eyes started to travel gently down my face.

“I can’t.” He says clutching me more tightly.

“You promised to stay out of my life, didn’t you?” I say slowly, trying to keep the emotions out of my voice.

I couldn’t just bear the pain of being called a slut by the man who took my innocence. I was pretty sure this was a setup from Mia, and no matter how I was gonna explain, he’d never believe me. Of course, everything must’ve played out well according to her plan, and he totally believes I’m a slut. I can’t change that, and I don’t blame him either. Yes, I hate him still, but looking at it technically, he is totally not at fault. This must have been a really good set up with no traces left behind. And for him to have known my name that night… I can only live with the hurt that the people I once loved are trying so hard to hurt me. He’s not part of this, he also is just a tool in their hand.

“I can’t.” He says again, not letting me go.

Before I can say anything else, he quickly lifts me in bridal style, and soon, I am in the enclosure of his car, staring at him in shock. Yeah, I was too dumbstruck to speak, and that is just the “Brandon effect.”