I disengage from the kiss and exclaim, “I shall return,” I inform him. I descend the stairs and observe Aniyah positioned at my front door.
“Greetings, Aniyah, how are you?””
“Are you genuinely going to feign innocence with me?” “You take my partner, and then you speak to me as if everything is fine,” she enquires, her tone imbued with ire and revulsion.
“He is my friend Aniyah; I did not intend for this,” I attempt to remain composed. I remind myself of her father and brother, and that I cannot react adversely to her comments regarding my partner.
“Indeed… Perhaps that explains why you did not enhance my combat skills.” You orchestrated this from the beginning. Examine your neck. You are quite promiscuous.
“Initially, I did not intend for this to occur.” Your fighting capability is contingent upon the effort you invest. You attended group and individual classes, yet you did not approach them with seriousness, resulting in negative consequences. Regarding the hickey, to be candid, if Cohen were the one to bestow it upon you, you would display it with pride. “You are merely resentful; it is imperative that you progress.” I state with composure yet assertiveness.
“Acrimonious?” Perhaps I am. He belongs to me!She elevates her voice, and I am beginning to disregard her familial connections.
“No, he is not,” I assert, elevating my tone.
“What?” Do you believe he belongs to you? You are the daughter of a Gamma. A mistake has occurred. “You cannot be paired with Cohen; he is meant to be with me.” Her words irritate me, but before I can reply, Cohen’s deep voice interrupts the tension.
“I belong to her, and she belongs to me,” he asserts resolutely while descending the stairs. The appearance of my alluring partner descending the stairs and asserting our bond fills me with pride and desire.
“Cohen, I was unaware of your presence.” Darling, may we take a stroll and converse? “I believe there is an error,” she employs a playful tone. I have an immediate desire to harm her.
“Refer to him as Baby once more and observe the consequences,” I snarl. She retreats, and Cohen encircles my waist with his arm.
“Pay attention, and pay attention meticulously.” I realized I could not be with you even prior to discovering that Celine was my mate. You are self-centered and pampered; cease attributing blame to her. There exists no connection between us. There has never been. “Cease your harassment of my companion and depart; you are humiliating yourself,” he commands, composedly.
Her visage is flushed. If she was not previously embarrassed, she is now. She casts me a scornful glance, likely attempting to conceal her embarrassment, and reluctantly departs.
Once the door shuts, he whispers in my ear, “I enjoy witnessing your possessiveness and jealousy,” while maintaining his embrace. He bites my neck and subsequently leans in to kiss me. I smile during the kiss, sensing my cheeks flush with a rosy hue. Our kiss rapidly transitioned from tender to passionate, at which point I heard the door open beside me. I withdraw from the kiss and glance at a repulsed Brandon, “Disgusting, Celine!”He emits a groan. Brandon ascends the stairs rapidly, attempting to escape the image that appears to have seared his vision.
“I must depart,” Cohen murmurs.
“Please remain for the night,” I request gently.
Our foreheads are in contact, and our arms are entwined around one another. “Our situation appears to intensify rapidly, and I believe it is unwise,” he states softly.
“What if you simply sleep here, and I assure you that I will not even kiss you, so we do not lose control.” Shall we simply share a bed? Simply embrace and converse? I enquire. I employed the most endearing voice I could conjure and resorted to utilizing puppy dog eyes. However, it was effective, thus I harbour no regret. His expression gradually begins to soften, followed by a groan. I am unable to control it. I laugh softly and embrace him tightly. I am developing profound feelings for him.
I escort him upstairs and, upon reaching my room, I shut the door. “Do not close the door,” Cohen commands me.
You will not sleep in all those garments; you will likely only wear your pants, so I should still close the door’, I inform him. A portion of me believes it may be premature to engage in s****l relations with him, while another portion strongly desires to pursue intimacy. I may be predisposing us to failure by instructing him to undress to his pants, but I am indifferent to that outcome.
I refuse to sleep in my pants, Celine’, he asserts, raising one eyebrow.
“What is the reason for not proceeding?””
“That constitutes a formula for catastrophe,” he asserts.
“Catastrophe?”I smirk.
“You comprehend my intent,” he replies.
