Chapter Five

I guess they are right. I did not expect it would be this hard to lie to someone you find attractive, especially when he looks into my eyes. I feel like he is undressing me. All the facade and walls I have put around me crumbled down, and I lay there helplessly naked.

Come on, Tricia. You can't let a stranger do that to you. You're a beta; you should have the power to resist, especially with a human, and yet... Yet I felt so vulnerable no matter how much I reminded myself.

"The truth is, I came from the world of werewolves. I've done something unforgivable, and they banished me," I said, giving up all my inhibitions. I don't care if he would laugh or make fun of me anymore. I have nothing to lose anyway.

Aaron didn't say anything but looked into my eyes, as if trying to find any signs of lies. "You don't seem to be lying," he said, still holding my eyes. "And you look pretty despite what you're wearing."

Wait. Did he just compliment or insult me? I looked at my arms. I'm wearing this dark purplish robe. My face turns red. I might appear like a grandmother to him. A 20-year-old grandmother.

He stood up and suggested, "Why don't you finish your food quick? I'll just clean your room first."

"Um. Thank you." I tried to smile.

I continued eating my food and drank the water. Then I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. This is the least I can do for them. After washing, I went to the room. My eyes almost fell from my face when I saw Aaron without a shirt.

He turned around to face me. He looked so stunning without a shirt. He has those defined muscles and abs. Hard as rocks. "Everything's clean. Your bed, milady," he said, as if offering me to sleep with him.

I shook my head, trying to forget those intrusive thoughts of sleeping with a gorgeous stranger. "Thank you." I smiled. "You're such a gentleman."

"You don't know me yet," he said, moving toward me.

I stepped backward until my back touched the wall. He got me cornered, with nowhere else to escape. "Wh—what are you doing?" I stuttered.

"What's on your mind, huh?" he asked.

What's on my mind? Why'd he ask? I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as he tries to look into my eyes. "No—nothing." I bit my lips.

"I doubt that," he said. "You're blushing."

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to maintain eye contact, but I felt so vulnerable in this position. I started to imagine again, with us together tangled up in bed.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He asked without a sense of embarrassment in his tone of voice. Damn. I find it attractive, even the way he said this.

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I hate to admit it, but he was right. I can't help but imagine how it'd feel to be fucked by him. I tried to move away, but all I could do was moan. I didn't want to offend him when there's nothing else I can do to repay his mother's kindness.

"Ple—please... Stop..." I moaned.

"Can you stop making it sound like I'm harassing you?" He asked, taking a step back.

I felt so embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I thought..."

"You thought what?" He asked in a firm tone. "That I'm going to kiss you?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry." I fixed my clothes.

"I should be the one to apologize. Anyway, your bed is ready, so you can sleep now. I'll be around. Just call my name if you need anything." He picked up his shirt and stepped out of the door.

I couldn't help but jump. I've never met such a charming man before. I know I might sound so desperate, but I wish I didn't resist and let him kiss me. I crawled into the bed and hugged the soft white bolster, imagining it to be the man I just met.

Even that imagination makes me feel at ease. There's something about him that feels like home. It's like I can be who I am around him. I closed my eyes and got some rest.

When I woke up the next day, I found my lower part damp. I had a wet dream about me making love with Aaron. I just couldn't control my thoughts from getting wild. All I thought about all night was him.

"Morning."

I got a shock as if lightning struck me when I heard that deep manly voice. Immediately, I pulled the blanket up to cover myself. I don't know how long Aaron has been standing there. I felt so embarrassed, as he might have seen what I was doing.

"Mo... Morning," I stuttered.

"You okay?" he asked, stepping closer. "Why won't you get up and have some coffee?"

"Please stop." I raised my hands, gesturing him to stop stepping closer, but he ignored the boundary again.

"Why not?" He crawled on the bed, putting me in a very dangerous position, under him, under his dominion. "Mmm... You smell good."

My face turned red. I couldn't hide my embarrassment. He didn't know he was the reason for that smell. I don't know how he'd react if I told him I was thinking about him all night. My heart is beating so fast and loud I could almost hear it.

Don't look at him, Tricia. Don't... But I couldn't resist it, and when our eyes met, I lost myself again. Those beautiful eyes of his. They are like beads of heaven. I felt him moving closer until our faces were an inch away, but he stopped right there, coughed, and moved back.

"Why won't you get off the bed and take a bath?" he suggested.

I felt the tension slowly fading. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Even though he's handsome and flirty, he's still a stranger. I know nothing about him, and he knew nothing about me too, and maybe that's for good. The less we know about each other, the better.