Your Man IS NOT My Mate

Morning rolls around way too quickly, leaving me wishing that last night was either just a dream or that somehow Officer DéSilver experienced some form of overnight amnesia.

I reluctantly crawl out of bed and walk over to my closet running my fingers along each piece of clothing as if contemplating what I'll be wearing for today, but in reality, it's all one big act to kill time. Finally, I settle upon a grey t-shirt and black pants, nothing special and it certainly doesn't look like much thought or effort went into picking it out, which is technically true.

I shrug as I rest the clothes on the bed, flopping down beside them to grab my phone. I begin idly scrolling through my gallery looking at old pictures and videos, some long forgotten and some I'm surprised still take up space on my phone.

Just then the house phone rings. Shoot! Without thinking hard about it, I know it's either mom or dad calling. I head over to the bathroom to actually get ready for the day and after a while I emerge downstairs all dressed and ready for school.

I creep around like a thief, hoping not to get caught. I quickly, but quietly enter the kitchen looking over my shoulder to ensure the coast is still clear.

"Your mom asked for you."

I jump at the voice, snapping my head around only to spot him instead, standing right in front of me with a sexy half smile on his face as he props his weight against the counter, his arms lazily folded across his firm chest and a kitchen towels draped over his shoulder. Dang it! So much for avoiding him.

I clear my throat, taking a deep breath after just being startled. "What did she want?"

"She wanted me to take care of her sweetheart"

I roll my eyes at him, fighting to ignore the fluttering feeling in my chest at the way sweetheart rolled off his tongue, but I think he sees straight pass my facade. He chuckles, which only angers me more, or at least I wish it did, so I use my only other option. I walk away.

"Wait!" His voice calls behind me. Against my better judgement, I comply, throwing my gaze over my shoulder without turning my whole body around. That way he knows I'm just stopping out of courtesy but I'm not really interested in what he has to say.

"What is it?" I grudgingly ask.

He moves, pushing his weight of the counter and begins walking towards me. "I think if I were to be honest with myself, I really haven't been taking good care of you." The sincerity in his voice makes me wonder if he's better at being an actor than a bodyguard.

"What do you mean... aren't bodyguards supposed to be all big, bad and heartless?" I sarcastically ask.

He sighs, finally stopping a few inches away from me. "Sorry."

My heart stops but I try to stabilize my voice. "For what?" Hiding shock is damn well difficult when taken off guard.

"For everything. I've never really treated you how I should have and about yesterday.... I shouldn't have."

Wide eyes, racing heartbeat, sweating palms, butterfly in stomach... I have it all as I take a good look at Officer DéSilver. I'm speechless.

"I don't expect you to instantly forgive me, but I do hope one day you might consider that an option."

What!? Is he saying what I think he just said?

Stunned might be an understatement, or an under emotion, so might flabbergasted, but I try to remain composed. "Ok, I'll think about it."

I turn to walk away, more like scurry off, afraid he'll see just how his words have affected me, and of course my heart may be the first to betray me.

"Oh and about what I said too..." He begins and I instantly stop, though I don't turn around. "I didn't mean to be so harsh when I said don't touch me.... It's just, I know the effect of your tou- I mean that touch has on me and..."

My head snaps to him. "And...?"

"And... Nevermind" he turns away, heading back into the kitchen, but I'm not letting him off so easily.

"What effect?"

"Look, it's nothing... I just don't like to be touched. Ok?"

"By me or people."

"By anyone... I hate human touch." His tone turns slightly harsh. "So just drop it and hurry, your mom also said to make sure you get to school early."

And there I thought he was actually going to change. I guess a horse would always be a horse, and an ass is no difference.

There's nothing else to be said, after all, he terminated the conversation, so without a word, I just walk off.

I grab my bag and sneakers to leave, just then the aroma of pancakes, bacon and eggs assaults my nostrils and instantly my stomach grumbles.

Hell no, not today devil. I turn on my heels and bolt out of the house. I don't need you, nor your food, nor your stinking attitude.

The brightness of outside makes walking to school not so frightful, I mean, what are the chances of being attacked in broad daylight? However, a few rustles here and there cause me to quicken my steps and before I know it, my steps are somewhere between a brisk walk and run.

Hot and sweaty accompanies me as I enter the school gate. Gosh! I feel yucky and sticky.

"Hey cupcake." Adrian greets me, simultaneously slinging an arm around my neck. "Wow, someone added a little too much water to the batter." He chuckles, easing his hand off of me.

"Haha, very funny." I roll my eyes as I walk towards my class.

"Wait." He smile, grabbing my hand. "I've got an extra shirt.... And I think you'll look so sexy in my clothes." He winks, intertwining our fingers as he pulls me closer to him. Of course, I can't help but smile. He's such a crazy, charming, flirt.

He guides me into the boys's changing room which is empty and we stop right in front of his locker.

"Here." He hands me the extra shirt from his locker.

Taking the shirt, I'm about to strip down to my bra when I notice the intensity of his unbroken stare.

One of his eyes flash purple, but being caught up in the heating moment, my thoughts don't dwell on it.

"Looking for help?" Adrian asks, noticing that I've ceased all movements.

I decide to pick up where we left off yesterday. "Maybe."

Adrian closes the distance and immediately snakes his arms around my waist.

"I'm still sweaty." I whisper as he pulls me into his chest.

"Then let's be sweaty together." He smirks, leaning forward so that his breath fans against my earlobe. Pleasurable tingles are unleashed, running through my body like hyper little kids on a sugar rush. My knees buckle, causing his grip on me to tighten as he lowers his head and kisses the crock of my neck. The sensation causes heat to surge to my cheeks as he nibbles at my skin lightly.

My breath hitches and I bite my lips trying to suppress a moan. My hand goes to hold his shoulder, attempting to push him away using little to no real strength. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me take off my shirt." I tease.

"Oh, trust me, we'll get there." Adrian replies in a husky voice, sending shivers down my spine. His lips trail further along my neck, sucking on sensitive areas as they go. "Soon."

A low groan escapes my throat as my knees buckle even more causing me to eagerly wrap my arms around his neck to steady myself. "Don't say things like that. I can't wait any longer." I practically moan out, closing my eyes as he continues his torture. I feel his lips tugging at my earlobe before a small nip sends chills through me. It takes everything in my power not to melt into a puddle right then and there.

"Good," Adrian whispers against my lips as he grabs my wrists, holding them above my head.

"There you ar-"

We freeze, flicking our eyes to the door.

"Sorry. I thought you were- nevermind. Sorry." Some random student apologizes, quickly scurrying off, mumbling a string of apologizes to himself.

"Ugh!" Adrian groans, dragging his eyes from the door back to me. "Now where were we?" His hand slips beneath the fabric of my shirt, slowly gliding up until it reaches my bra. My skin is on fire from his touch; it's like he's burning me alive, leaving no space between us. I can't help but gasp as the tip of his fingers dance around the rim of my bra making me shiver. The feeling is intoxicating, something that I've never experienced before. He pulls back a little and looks at me, giving me that wicked smile that makes my whole body weak.

My fingers weave into his hair pulling him back to me. He uses his other hand to hoist me up by my ass and instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist. He squeezes my ass, sucking the air from my lungs, leaving me breathing heavy with desire as I feel the heat of his touch against my core. I'm shaking and panting, my hips voluntarily moving against him. He leans forward, whispering in my ear, “I want you so much." His words make me feel lightheaded and warm.

Need and desire generates my reply. "Then have me." Truth is, I want him more than anything in this moment...

*Ringggg, Ringggg, Ringggg*

A low deep growl ripples from Adrian chest as the school bell rings. "I swear, if one more thing interrupts us...."

As if fate is curious to see what he'll do, Officer Devil walks in. Unconsciously, I wiggle my way from Adrian's grip dreading a repeat of yesterday, but Adrian is livid, not at me of course. "What now!?"

However, Officer DéSilver doesn't say anything. He simply walks over to what I assume is his locker and then leaves, not even spearing me a single glance... That's good, right? Ugh, why do I even care?

Working on autopilot, I slip my shirt off and quickly change. "I guess I'll see you around." And with that I leave.

Lunch time quickly rolls around and I'm not the least bit mad at that, however, I am mad and hungry thanks to that damn Officer, because I forgot to take lunch or lunch money while trying to hurriedly distance myself from him this morning. But as luck would have it, my mystery chocolate bar supplier comes through for me again using the service of some random student who doesn't even know who he is. Such a crazy guy for taking something from a complete stranger, to deliver it to another stranger.

Sigh. My mind instantly drifts to Stella. A sad chuckle leaves my lips as I imagine her calling me a hypocrite.

'I hope you return soon.... and I'll never ground you... Ever again.' I whisper feeling broken from her absence. It's like she only shows up just to disappear.

Lunch ends and I see neither Adrian nor Officer DéSilver for the rest of the day, not that I went actively looking for either of them.

Thankfully, being the water girl has it perks, one being that I'm not subjected to attend each practice session, so I get to leave early today and well, since Adrian promised to fill in for my delinquent tutor, I don't have to stay at school.

Maybe if I leave while the sun is still high I'll be safe.

As soon as I step foot out of the school gates, the honk of a car grabs my attention. I turn only to see Officer DéSilver pulling up beside me.

"Get in.... Please."

"I'm quite fine with walking." I retort as I continue to walk.

"I just need to talk to you."

"If I'm not mistaken, you said all you needed to say this morning."

"Please, Liyah Lee."

"Fine. Talk." I pause, folding my arms as I stare down at him, hoping that he's able to read the 'I'm pissed at you' sign scribbled across my forehead.

But he reaches over and pushes the passenger door open. "Can you please get in?... Please."

I hate when he does this to me but I hate myself more for allowing him too.

My brain temporarily shuts down and my heart takes over and before I know it I'm on the other side of the passenger door as it closes.

"Look..." He begins, glancing at me before driving off. "I can't apologize enough. I truly am sorry about earlier. I really do want to be nicer to you, but I suck at it. I've spent my whole life guarding and shielding my heart and then you...."

My head snaps towards him, intrigued to know where this conversation is heading, not that it really matters or will change anything, because I'm with Adrian but can't fault a girl for being curious.

"Look, what I'm trying to say..." He sighs, begining a completely different sentence. "l'm new to being nice, so please bear with me."