Chapter 7 Seven

• CHAPTER
• SEVEN
•  
•  “I am sorry, Nala” he whispers, and I am
• shocked that he is apologizing. I smile, as I am happy he is doing this. I
• suddenly feel like I can finally be happy. Don leans forward to kiss me. His
• soft lips meet mine, and I smile against him. He moves his hand to my shoulder,
• deepening the kiss. His hands find their way to my back as he caresses me
• gently, never breaking the kiss. A moan escapes my mouth as he trails kisses
• down my neck.
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• Don
• touches me, and I turn to face him, and my heart vigorously thumps against my
• ribcage.
•  “Oh, Don,” I moan his name, enjoying how my
• body reacts to his with every touch of his lips. His kisses travel to my lush
• breasts, and he deftly gets rid of my bra. Don smiles and circles the soft
• mound of my boobs for a long time, and I think I will die from waiting. He
• senses this and immediately closes his mouth around my hardened nipples. I moan
• again, loudly this time, and grip his hair tighter. The unmistakable wetness
• between my legs keeps increasing, and all I want is him deep inside of me. It
• is like he knows exactly what I want. He moves his hand down my boobs and stops
• right at the entrance of my pussy, where I am dripping for him. He parts my
• legs with his strong hand, locates my clitoris, and begins to work his magic.
• My eyes pop wide open from the intensity of the pleasure he is giving me, and
• he responds by plunging one finger into me.
• One
• finger turns into two, and I shiver like a newborn fawn. I feel stretched in a
• way I have never felt before, and the feeling is breathtaking and glorious. He
• slowly introduces the third finger, and I climax almost immediately, and he
• keeps working me into a frenzy of pure desire. I scream his name over and over
• again, as I come.
• “Oh my goodness!” I scream as I jerk
• from my sleep, drenched in sweat.
• Shit.
• It was a dream.
• I dreamt about Don having sex with me.
• What have I gotten myself into, now?
• I hurriedly go about my morning
• routine, noticing Don’s absence on the bed. What do I expect? , he is obviously
• not going to be around me. I am just his annoying young mate, given to him by
• the moon goddess.
• I put on a pair of shorts and a crop
• top, throw my hair in a neat bun, and apply a little makeup. I grab my bag, and
• bolt out of the room, and down the stairs. I have no clue how I’ll get to
• school, but I know I’ll go. If Don didn’t want me to go anywhere, he would not
• have arranged outing clothes for me.
• I greet the maids in the kitchen, and
• they all respond with smiles.
• “Morning, miss. Breakfast?” Claire
• asks, and I smile. The delicious smell of waffles fills the room and my mouth
• waters in anticipation of a good breakfast. I am promptly served, and I enjoy
• my waffles, as I chat with Claire and the other two maids.
• At least, I won’t be lonely in this
• place.
• I thank all of them for the meal, and
• get on my feet, contemplating a plan to get to school, when I hit a sturdy
• wall. By the scent, I am positive it is Don.
• “Where do you think you are going in
• that outfit?” he bellows.
• I glance at my clothes and find
• nothing wrong with them.
• “School,” I speak slowly and quietly,
• so he won’t think I am rude. I do not want him to hit me. Hell, that is the
• last thing I want.
• ‘I don’t care. Go and change now!” he
• orders, and I dash to my room, filled with dread.
• “I change into jeans and a
• long-sleeved top, hoping it will meet Don’s expectations. I walk slowly back
• downstairs, and I don’t see him.
• “I’ll be taking you to school, Miss.”
• Someone says, and I nod as I enter the car. The drive to school is quiet, at
• least I have some time to think. Soon, we pull up in the school driveway, and I
• hop out. I thank the chauffeur and I leave.
• The concerned faces of my best friends
• greet me. I give each of them giant bear hugs.
• “I have really missed you guys,” I
• whisper and they smile.
• “We also missed you” they chorus.
• “Tell us about Don” This is from
• Sheldon.
• “Guys, it was hell…..” I start to
• explain, but I am interrupted by the bell. I promise to tell them later, and I
• speed off to my first class.
• The day goes by normally, apart from the weird
• and confused looks I get from classmates who know I am with Don. I thank
• whoever is listening that they don’t know that he is my mate. I go for lunch
• and sit with my friends.
• “So, about Don…” they prompt.
• “I really don’t know, guys, but he is
• so mean. He makes me cry a lot. He scares me. I can’t believe he is my mate. “
• I ramble on and on, and when I realize my mistake, it is too late.
• “Your mate?” they all chorus,
• apprehension clearly written on their faces.
• “I am so sorry, Nala” Dash says, and I
• smile tightly.
• “I am fine, guys,” I say, not
• believing the words myself.
• “Are you sure?” Keiran asks, and I
• nod. I don’t want them to start worrying about me. I think I can survive
• whatever comes my way. At least, he hasn’t hit me, and that is a good sign.
• “See you guys tomorrow, bye,” I say.
• “Bye, we love you” I whisper, and as I
• leave the cafeteria, I hope to see the car waiting to take me back home.
• ‘Nala, I have looked everywhere for
• you” Jordan’s voice knocks me out of my thoughts. What does he want? I am very
• mad at him. I blame him for everything that is happening to me right now. If he
• had not rejected me, I would not have a monster for a mate.
• “What do you want?” I ask rudely, and
• he gives a sad smile.
• “I know I deserve this, and more, but
• I regret the way I have treated you” he whispers, with a forlorn look in his
• eyes.
• “It is fine, Jordan, but t will take
• more than sorry to fix this:” I retort, and he smiles again.
• “I understand, Nala. Thank you” he sighs
• and digs out a locket from his pocket.
• “For you,” he says, handing it over to
• me.
• “You didn’t have to get me anything”
• “I wanted to give you on your
• birthday, but I was just hurt. I was afraid we were not going to be mates, and
• I did something very stupid to hurt you” I grin, accept the locket, and put it
• in my bag. The last thing I want is for Don to find it on me.
• “Thanks, Nala. Bye,” he hugs me and
• plants a kiss on my forehead. After Jordan leaves, I pace, hoping to see the
• driver sent to pick me up, but I don’t.
• “He’s here,” I hear my friends mutter
• as they run towards me. I was hoping they would have left by now.
• Really?
• I feel my blood rush through my veins,
• and anxiety kicks in. What if he knows about Jordan? What if he gets mad at me because
• it took long for him to find me?
• Oh,
• goddess, what do I do?
• “Nala. Nala. Nala!” I hear, as my
• friends shake me.
• “Are you okay?” Willow asks.
• I assure them that I am fine, and I
• jog to where Don is.
• “What took you so long?” he spits.
• “I…was…with my friends. I did not know
• you were back. I swear. Please don’t hit me, at least not here.” I rush and
• look up at him. The look on his face is confusing. I don’t know if he is hurt
• or angry. I doubt he even has a heart.
• He enters the car without saying a
• word. He drives really fast, and I am scared for us both. He keeps mute until
• we get home. He doesn’t even boss me around like he usually would. I hate to
• admit it, but this silent treatment is killing me. Is he going to listen to me,
• and then hit me here at home, because I asked him to hit me at school?
• I change into my house clothes, and I
• am about to have my siesta when he bursts into my room.
• “Who is he?” he demands, and I move
• further away from him. I am confused for a moment, then I remember my encounter
• with Jordan. How did he know? Does he have a spy?
• “It was…………………….errrrm…..” I stammer.
• “I am listening to you, speak. Who the
• hell is he?”
• He asks repeatedly, and I know he is
• enraged.
• “I won’t talk to him again, I promise
• you. I am sorry” I say, and huge drops of tears trickle down my face. I don’t
• want him to hurt Jordan.
• “You fucked the bastard, right? That
• is why you smell like him!”
• What?
• “What? No, I would never do that. I
• swear, Don, I am sorry” I say, not even knowing why I am apologizing. I am
• terrified of him. Where is my mom when I need her the most? Living with him has
• made me realize that the rumors are true.
• He is really hot, rich, powerful, and
• cruel. Very cruel.
• “If I find out that you are lying to
• me, I will…..fuck!” he screams, and I run into my closet, and I hurriedly shut
• the door after me. A few seconds later, I hear him leave my room. I slowly
• leave the closet, and I lock the door of my room. Claire brings me dinner, and
• I refuse to eat. My heart is heavy.
• I keep the locket tucked away, hidden
• from sight, and I sleep in fear of him coming back.