👑👑BETROTHED💘💘
🌃✨🌇She has supernatural powers🌃✨🌇
🧚♂️🧚♂️Episode 24💋💋
💋💋The Night of Engagement💋💋
“Jason,” Vanessa whispered. I could smell the alcohol in her
breath, but her smell was fainted.
“I . . . want you to stay with me tonight.” She whispered.
“Vanessa, sorry, I can’t. I have to go back down stairs/” I said,
untangling her arm from my n£¢k.
She quic-kly fastened her arms and said, “But I want you . . . I
want you to sleep with me, for once.”
I sighed, “ . . . Fine,”
She smiled.
I pu-ll-ed away and took off everything except for my bo-xers.
I l@ydown next to her. The be-d felt weird. It wasn’t like the couch
or the guest room be-d.
Vanessa turned her face to face me. She slowly found my hand
and hold my hand.
I smiled. The sparks of course was coming crazy. I really want to
do it with her, but I know I couldn’t.
A few moments later, she quic-kly let go of my hand and sat up
and said, “My head hurts like crazy.”
I got up.
“You want a pill?” I asked her.
She stared at my che-st.
“Shut up.” she whispered, “ . . . Are you still mad at me?”
“I don’t want you to be mad at me . . .” Vanessa said. She
wra-pped an arm around my n£¢k and started to pl@ywith the hair on
my back of my n£¢k.
I sm-irked.
“Jason?” Vanessa whispered. Vanessa ran her hand over my 8
packs. Her f!ngerswere cool and it felt beautiful when she t©uçhes
me like that.
“Yeah?” I asked, sm-irking.
“Be honest with me, ok?” she said.
I waited for her to speak.
“Than, tell me . . . Tell me, how much girls have you sle-pt with . . .
in you whole life?” she asked.
I hesitated.
“Tell me.” She said.
“Three.” I lied.
“ . . . Lair. Fat Lair.” she said, whispered, sm-irking, “I said, ‘tell me
the truth.’”
“Fine . . . I’m going to be honest this time, I sle-pt with eleven.” I
said.
She studied me for a second, “Would you sleep with me?”
My eyes wi-de-ned, not expecting her to ask that, “Yes.”
She leaned in and rested her head on the crook of my n£¢k.
I sm-irked when I notice that she was inhaling my scent.
Having her being this close to me made my wolf go wild. If she
does anything more, my wolf would take over control and would do
things that I don’t dare do, yet.
“You know I really like your eyes; they are so beautiful – that
shade of green.” She said, lifting her head and putting her hand on
the side of my n£¢k.
I sm-irked at her as she took her other hand and run her hand
over my cheekbone.
She leaned in – she was so close to me, my wolf went crazier. I
pushed the uncontrolling feeling down, hoping that it could last a little
longer.
“And I love your hair. The way they fall over your eyes when you
sleep . . . Remember once you sleep on my shoulders in the car,
when we were coming home from the hospital?” she asked, grinning.
She took her hand off of my n£¢k and pla-yed with my hair.
My sm-irked grew just by hearing Vanessa admire what she thinks
is perfect about me. I knew that when she isn’t drun!k, she would
never say all of this.
“And you know what I love the most about you?” she asked,
rhetorically.
I waited for her answer.
“I really like . . . yourl-ips.” She said, smiling, before her eyes
closed a little, leaning in closer to me.
I could feel my heart tug from her words.
She put an arm around my n£¢k and my heart started to pick up.
She leaned in and k!$$£d me. My stomach twist feeling herl-ips
ag@sint mine. I mined herl-ips along with mine. I can feel my wolf
taking control of me. I couldn’t st©p myself from what I was doing.
What Vanessa was hypnotizing. My arm went around her n£¢k and
my hand ran up her th!gh. I can feel her smile on myl-ips. My wolf
was about to be let free until my mind snapped back to reality and I
gently pushed Vanessa away from me.
I didn’t know who was more shocked, me or Vanessa.
“Ummm, Vanessa . . . why don’t you sleep for now, you’re
probably – ”
She pu-ll-ed back and she opened her eyes.
What is your fv¢king problem? I was so close to marking her
as ours! My wolf exclaimed, getting furious.
She studied me before she leaned in again, about to k!ssme.
I turned my head so she k!$$£d my cheeks.
She pu-ll-ed away an inch, before reluctantly sit on the be-d.
“Why didn’t you want to k!ssme?” she said, turning my head to
look at her in the eye. I can see that she was hurt, but I can’t do it or
else I would lose it.
“Vanessa, why don’t you sleep – ”
“Jason . . . k!ssme, don’t you?”
I shook my head, “Look, Vanesa, I can do this – ”
“Am I not pretty enough?” Vanessa asked, loudly.
“No, Vanessa you are beauti -”
“Than why can’t you love me like you love those girls on your
be-d?” she said even louder.
“Vanessa, listen, that was not – ”
“Or is it because you didn’t sleep with me before? Well, now I
want to sleep with you. I want to do it with you! . . . Am I not as S-xy
as . . . what’s her face, oh yeah, Brittany?” she asked and she pu-ll-ed
down the Zi-pper from the side of her dress and let it fall to the be-d.
I could feel my crotch grow in my bo-xers as my eyes roamed
over her whole b©dy. She was just in her black stra-pless br@ with a
black lacy p@n-ties – this was the first time I have seen Vanessa half
n-ked.
She moved closer to me, but I held her back. She wasn’t even
nake and I alre-ady feel ha-rd .
“Do you want me to be like a slut? Everyone says that she is a
slut and a lot of boys like her . . . I bet you like her . . . But I don’t
want you to, I want you to be with me, sleep with me – Have you ever
sle-pt with her before?” she asked and instantly memories fasted
back to me about Brittany.
I didn’t answer her.
“I hate you, you fat, j£rkface.” She said, hitting my che-st.
“Vanessa, we can talk tomorrow, why don’t – ”
“Jason, Jason, I feel sick . . . I feel like I want to throw up!” she
said.
I wi-de-ned my eyes and helped her out of be-d. I led her to our
bathroom and she threw up.
I handed her the tissue and she wiped her mouth.
She threw away the tissue and turned around to walk out of the
bathroom.
“Are you feeling – ”
She coll@psed on me.
I carried her to the be-d.
I la-id her down and pu-ll the cover over her b©dy.
“Jason . . . do you really want to get married?” she whispered
faintly.
I turned to her.
“Well, it’s really not an option if we are married or not.” I said,
scratching my head.
“I – I really don’t want to get marry.” she murmured, holding out
her hand to search for my hand to hold.
“Why is that?” I asked her as I la-id down. She held my hand up to
her chect. I got to feel her heartbeat. I smiled at that.
She paused for a moment before answering.
“Because . . . what happens of we are really not made for each
other?” she said, turning her b©dy side ways to face me, “What
happens if we fight and we start hating each other forever?”
She squee-zed my hand.
“Do you hate me?” I asked.
My heart beated as I waited for the answer, but she didn’t
answer.
“Do you hate me?” she asked instead.
I stared at her for a minute.
This is the first time I could really study Vanessa close up (not
counting the time that we k!$$£d).
Her dark hair covered the side of her face and her dark
eyelashes were long. Her nose is tall and straight and her mouth
p@rted a little. Her light pink, slender f!ngerswere tucked un-der her
face and I could hear her soft breathing.
I almost didn’t want to answer her, but I did.
“To be honest . . . I really don’t . . . hate you.” I said, uneasily. I
never confessed my feelings about any girl before, because I never
liked a girl this much before. I never truly fell in love before. But, with
Vanessa, I never had these emotions before and she kills me with
her love.
I looked away from her face.
There was a moment of silence and I thought that she fell asleep.
“I don’t think I like you. I hate you from the very beginning and I
still hate you. You’re fat . . . heavy, you’re an elephant, and you are
c0cky, snotty and bit-chy. . . I hate you for that . . . and we are from
two different worlds and we are two different worlds. I don’t
un-derstand how we are meant to be together, weird, don’t you think?
Yeah, I don’t like you and I still don’t . . . but . . . I . . . ” she said
trailing off.
I looked at her one last time and I got up and got dressed.
Maybe it’s better off if I sleep in another room
I headed towards the door and headed towards the guest room.
I notice that outside was quieter, but I guess the guest left or I
had spent a long time in that room with Vanessa. But whatever it is, I
don’t care.
I sighed and slammed the door behind me and sat on the be-d.
I ru-bbe-d my temples and said out loud, “Why does it has to be so
damn complicated? Damn it!”
I closed my eyes and took several de-ep breaths.
I guess from now on I will go my own way and she will go on her
own way. I guess we just can’t love each other properly . . .
But I think I’m falling for you . . .
Tbc