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“No, he went back to his meeting when you left. I couldn’t see you, but I thought you’d come back here.” He shrugs, but I can only nod in response.
“I can’t even run away.” I manage to squeak out as a sob escapes me. I look at Bhodi as his jaw ticks, and he straightens his posture, appearing taller than before. Taking a couple of steps towards me, he gently cups my cheeks, those emerald, green irises staring deep into mine before he speaks.
“You aren’t going anywhere, Summer; I’ll look after you. He won’t be allowed anywhere near you.” His words are full of sincerity and warmth, allowing my eyes to close as more tears fall. Placing my hands over his, I open my eyes once again. As we stand in a trance, I can’t help but take a step forward, inching closer and closer as our lips almost touch.
“We can’t Summer.”
“Why not?” I ask, my voice breathy and full of need.
“Because I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
With a low growl, Bhodi pulls me close as his lips crash onto mine. His strong hands dig into my hips as our bodies remain flush. I allow my hands to roam through his hair and grab fistfuls as he backs me to the sofa.
Hooking his hands under my knees, he spins us around, dropping himself down onto the seat below, letting out an involuntary moan. Feeling his cock growing beneath me, I can’t help but slowly grind down, seeking that friction I desperately desire. Feeling his hands roam up my back, pulling my top down and exposing my neck, I feel his lips and teeth kissing and grazing over my sensitive skin.
I brace my hands onto the back of the sofa before he captures my lips once again in a frenzied kiss, allowing our tongues to battle for dominance. Eventually pulling away, his forehead rests on mine as we both pant, his fingers grazing over my skin in small circles as we remain locked in our embrace for a moment longer.
As his eyes meet mine, he searches my face before rising from the seat and placing me back on shaky legs. Taking a step back, he runs his hand across his mouth, shaking his head.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” His words are monotone, “Fuck!”
I look at him wide-eyed, before he turns away and starts heading for the door. Standing in the living room dumbfounded, I watch as he leaves, slamming the door behind him with a harsh thud, which causes me to jump.
The stillness in the apartment sends an unwanted chill through me as I stand in the darkness, my swollen lips still tingling from the kiss that I now instantly regret.
Chapter Eleven
Summer?
My eyes are firmly planted onto the ceiling above, and I watch through stinging eyes as the shadows dance across the plaster. Tears soak my pillow as the weight of, yet another fucking mistake crushes my soul that little bit more. Rolling to one side, I stare out the window, the moonlight illuminating the room as the curtains stay parted, hoping that sleep will eventually take over.
No such luck. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, two am nears. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I pull myself up in the bed. Throwing my head into my hands once again, the confusion and frustration of the entire New York stay continues to eat me from the inside. After Bhodi walked out without another word, I stood in the living room again, like I had twenty-four hours previous. Shame racking my body, yet I had hope that he would return, but if he had returned, for me, the damage was done.
The damage has already been caused by my own warped fascination with the man who calls himself Two/Face. Even as he crosses my mind, I feel my body ache with desire and need, yet my head is screaming at me to fucking run away. I mean, seriously, who the fuck fantasizes about a man in a mask who has already killed once and enters your home without permission to ‘punish you’.
The same person that stood naked at a window while he finger fucked me. The same person who wanted him to carry on and also the same fucking person that’s craved that touch ever since.
I crossed a line I shouldn’t have.
Pushing the duvet off with a frustrated huff, I swing my legs off the bed and head through the kitchen. I pull out one of the barstools and take a seat. Pulling the paperwork from the attorney, I force my eyes to glance over the funeral arrangements.
If I can’t sleep, I may as well try and be fucking useful.
Pouring a large glass of red, I get lost in the arrangements I need to follow up, making a couple of notes here and there, but the silence of the apartment is eerie, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rising once again, my eyes remain on the documents.
Glancing across the hall, I see my dad’s bedroom. The door has stayed shut since I came here. The idea of going through his things just feels like too much right now. I know I’ll need to go through his belongings eventually, but It’s something I know I’ll put off for as long as I can.
Refusing to acknowledge my feeling of uneasiness, I persevere at the table, but with the words beginning to move around the page and the constant shivers running over my body, I shunt the paperwork away, leaning back in the chair.
My eyes snap to the door as three sharp knocks grab my attention. My brow furrows, looking between the door and the large clock in the kitchen. My stomach drops and the knocks repeat, sliding from the stool and quietly moving towards the door. I eye the door curiously, but it doesn’t take long for a familiar voice to send me into a silent frenzy.
“Summer? Baby, I know you’re in there.” At first his voice is sincere, almost kind.
After he knocks again, the monster that lies beneath begins to stir.
“I fucking know where you are. I will fucking gut you, you fucking slut. I’ll slice those pretty lips from your face.” The maniacal laugh seeps through the door. His sinister voice is low as I stand frozen on the spot a few feet away with only a door between us.
