Get him outta my face

Chapter thirty-two
Jayde
I open my eyes slowly. My head hurts so much and it feels like I banged it hard against something.
I look around swiftly, then I realize I'm not in my room and it doesn't look like my house either.
Since mom wouldn't even talk to me, I couldn't decide if to get a house or not. I just got a phone and some clothes.
But where am I?
The door opens and Declan walks in. I look up at her, my mouth opens in agape as give him deep scrutiny.
He's hot in short and damn! He's shirtless, his bulging chest and broad shoulders telling me how strong he is. A little digression and I'm staring at his abs.
OMG! How can he be so strong underneath?
And what is he doing here?
I laugh. I must be dreaming again.
I don't know why Declan is always coming to my dream. But I've had enough and I'm waking up.
I lay back on the bed and close my eyes.
"Jayde_" he started but I stop him with a wave of my hand, my eyes still close.
I turn to my right side and try to fall back asleep.
"Will you_" he started again.
I hiss, 'Please, shut up. I will like to wake up from this dream earlier. I have work to do," I say sleepily.
He didn't say anything and everything suddenly went quiet. Good!
I open my eyes slowly and stare into the face of Declan.
I scream and jerk back, "Why are you still here? I'm supposed to be awake now!" I yell.
He smiles, "Do you feel you are not?"
I stare at him for a while. I hate this man so much. He made me lose my job because I didn't accept getting sexually harassed by him.
"Jeez! This won't do! I will just find somewhere to sleep and wake up."
I roll out of the bed and open the door. My heartbeat seizes for a moment as I watch the outskirts of the city from up here.
Wait! What's happening? I opened the door, what am I doing here?
I laugh again. I said it! It's a dream alright.
The door opens behind me and Declan steps out. His cologne flies up to my nose. He's tempting alright.
I look back at the tall houses around. I wonder how nice it will be when it's late at night.
"Do you like it?" He walks to me, stoping a few feet away.
I scoff, "I need to get out of this dream!" I say much to myself than to him but I know he heard.
I turn around to leave but his hand caught me and pulled me closer to him. He stares at me for a while and then tilts his head towards me.
When his lips touches mine, I shiver slightly and the memory of the first day he kissed me came back to me. His mouth tastes of strawberry and damn, he kisses the same way as Henry.
He pulled back after a while, his brown eyes staring deep into my soul, "Do you still think it's a dream?"
I shake my head to pull myself out of trance. I jerk free from him. What am I doing here? How did I get here?
"Should we have sex then, perhaps you will walk out of your dream much easier!" He remarks and turns to look at the city.
I gasp as I watch him. It's really Declan. What am I doing here? How did I get here?
Then, it came at me suddenly. I remember getting drunk and seeing Henry. After kissing Henry, it turned out to be Declan.
What the fuck am I going to do? Doesn't he know about Hattie?
He turns back towards me, "Now that I look at it. You guys act differently."
I raise my brows and watch him. Is he talking about Hattie?
"I need to leave now!" I announce and he chuckles. I take a step forward anyway.
"I've called Ruth and told her you won't be able to make it to work earlier," he says, stopping me in my track.
"What the fuck!" I turn around and scream at his face. Must he always make life so miserable for me?
"What do you want from me?"
He takes a step closer to me, to fill the space between us. We are close now, only a breath away.
"I want you!" His hot breath on my skin caused goosebumps.
I jerk back again and run back into the room.
Where is the fucking door?
I look around and it seems like this room was built by some senseless human beings. Where the fuck did they put the door.
I rush to a door by my right, open and walk-in. I stare eyes gobsmack at the clothes in here. This is a big closet. But where the fuck is the door.
I walk out again, already frustrated.
Declan is on the bed, watching some TV show.
I walk closer to him angrily. I'm not getting this, I'm really not. Is this like some Disney movies?
"Hey! Where's the room?" I scream at him.
He looks at me and raises a brow, "room?"
"What?"
"You said where's the room," he repeats and it angers me the more.
" No, I didn't say that. I said where's the door!"
He chuckles lightly, " You are so funny Jayde."
I incline my head aside, "How come you can easily pronounce my name?"
"OMG!" He screams suddenly and I look at the TV only to realize a soccer player has just scored a goal. Is he really using me to watch soccer?
I walk forward to stand before him. Unfortunately for me, his left leg was stretched out. I tip on it and was going down.
He caught me briefly and pull me back. As a result, we bounce on the bed.
He turns me around until he's on top of me. My breath got caught in my throat as I watch him.