BOTHERED

He looks bothered by this guy, and that is why his attention is not directed at me today. What's with him? He turns to me, finally, after having had enough of Daniel. "What were you talking about with that guy?"


Ah, so he saw us? Or was he watching us? "How long were you watching us?" I query.

He gives me a quizzy glare, cocking his eyebrow. "I didn't say I was watching you. I just arrived a moment ago and found you in a serious dialogue with that guy and decided to give you some time to finish whatever you were talking about." He finishes his explanation, but I don't know why I am laughing at him.

Don't tell me he does not know how to lie. I mean, his idioms are so contracted to his words.


"What's funny?" He asks, his voice sounding more husky than it has ever sounded.

I jolted my back off my car and approached him while still laughing hysterically. I wrap my arms around his neck. This is how free and fond we have grown of each other, and I am starting to feel things that I shouldn't be feeling. Not because I am restrained in any way. I am past that jerk and that treachery, but my heart still worries me. I have a deep, compelling urge to mark him. To claim him. To have him all to myself. It is strange, and all too soon. A month is too soon to feel this way for a guy.


I quit laughing because I am annoying him further, and sometimes I don't like seeing him pissed off. "You just look amusing acting this way," I say, caressing his neck.

He takes a long blink, and as he peels his eyes, he takes out the anger that is building in him in a deep breath. "Acting how?" He asks, pulling me to him and encircling my waist.

He is calming down. I know how to work my way around him. He is too easy to please, and he is also too easy to annoy. I love how I have an effect on him. I am well aware of how to handle him in all situations. "Jealous?" I mutter, kissing his sugar lips gently before pulling away to look into sexy his eyes.

"Jealous? Of that monkey? No way! I know you can't abandon this beauty for that. Did you see his nose and lips?" he asks, forming a pooplike face.

No, really, I had to crack my ribs at his banter. I concur that the guy is not so pleasing, but he is making him look like a real monkey. "You are too full of yourself, aren't you?" I asked after laughing.

He wiggles his head with pride. "That I am. I know nobody can allure you the way I do. And if anyone dares, I will break their jaws so that they will have nothing to entice you with. Or perhaps dismantle their ugly faces," He states, sounding too serious like a possessive beast. I can feel his grip tightening on my waist, making me shiver. It is like he pauses an indirect memo. He seems to be possessing me and letting me know in some way.

"Too possessive, huh!" I state, fighting the catastrophe of emotions erupting in me. Am I falling for him? This can't be possible! It is too soon. Too soon!

And besides, we have never talked about anything deeper than sex and the ordinary things we do. This can't be happening.

And him? The way he is looking at me, the way his hand are tightening around my waist, the way he is breathing, the way he is acting... why is it all confusing? What is happening? Is anything happening?

He leans in in slow, suggestive way, capturing my lips in a kiss that lasts for a whole decade. Just sealing out lips together. No movements at all. Everything remains still for that long moment. Not even our breath is heard. I even doubt he is breathing, just like I am not. We savor the beautiful moment until he entangles our lips.

He lifts his hand to my chin, caging it between his thumb and index finger, our eyes locking. I am still confused about what message he is putting across and what he is doing. Until he speaks, "For what is mine, Ellie, I guard tooth and nail!" He states, Low but deep—so deep. There is not a slight trace of a smile on his face, nor a tinge of jokes in his acold, raw tone. It seems like a statement he was seriously putting across, not just for me but for the whole world to know.

And hit in a different way.

What is his? Me? Am I his? Since when?

"When did you own me?" I ask, confused and yet feeling like number one to be considered his. I would be the happiest if it turned out that the memo was just the way it hit me. To have Damian Almeda. Calling him mine! How that would feel is something I can only imagine.

"The fact that I am not screwing another bitch because of you is enough reason to mark you mine. So you better tell that jerk and everyone else to back off, my dear sweet Ellie!"

A war is about to break in me—a war of emotions. Actually, it has already broken. A strong wave of a combo of emotions sweeps all over me as I stare at him, mulling over the authenticity of his words as they roam like a heavy cloud in my head. I feel hot at his cold words, and yet I am melting in his arms, like I always do, but it is all on a higher notch today. I feel special, scared, and confused at the same time. I feel like number one, like he said, just for the simple reason that he does not have another bitch. I am his queen for now. His possessiveness tops my glee. I feel so hot.

"Is that clear?" he asks coldly in a low, broken tone, and I can't help but nod my head as he whispers, smooching my ear with his thumb and impairing my vision with his dominating eyes.