Chapter 3: The Wolf And His Bunny

Tiara McKenzie's Point Of View

I rolled my eyes as soon as I saw the note before the shopping bags. I crumpled the paper before taking my clothes off.

I was butt naked when the door flung open as if someone's trying to rob the place. I immediately covered my bums instinctively as I glare at Eli.

Elijah averted his gaze and then raise his hands into the air as he sighs. His jaw clenched while slowly turning his back after running his gaze on me.

My face was as red as tomatoes because of anger.

Damn! How big of an asshole can he be?

"Where do you think are you going, Elijah?" I asked filled with danger. Elijah's hands fell on his sides and was about to face me when I cleared my throat. "Don't you even dare do that."

"I just wanted to check on you," He mumbled.

"Well, you've done it. Walk out of the room then!" The way I said that was filled with hints of murderous intent that was enough to send warnings to Elijah's system as if it would be the last memory of the world about him if he doesn't obey.

"Okay, okay. I was just planning to leave anyway."

I looked for my bag before storming out of the jerk's condo without saying anything. He probably won't care anyway.

As soon as I was out of the building, I immediately spotted the cab I booked. I hopped into the cab as if someone's chasing after me knowing that Elijah has the weirdest habit of chasing after me before I leave just to annoy the hell out of me and remind me that Aries avoided me after learning about how I feel.

Aries wouldn't have known if Elijah did not blatantly metioned it on the dinner table one night.

I sighed in frustration as I count every establishment we pass by. How the hell could I let that happen? I was drunk and was out of my mind, reasonable enough. But damn! How could I enjoy that?!

I can feel my face heating up in both embarassment and frustration as the memory of last night keeps on flashing back into my mind.

The club looked like a typical restaurant as if nothing wild happens inside when the clock strikes at eight.

I checked if my folder, pens, and IPad are still on the backseat of my car or if my breaks are tampered knowing that dad has a lot of enemies and thankfully, it's not.

I was walking alone in the wide campus of the university in my messy bun, hugging my folder that's required to be passed this afternoon.

"Oh good God, Tiara! Where were you last night?!" Kieran asked in a loud, worried tone while walking towards me with big steps.

Mitch pulled my hair while ranting about how I suddenly disappeared from the dancefloor. "You've got no idea how worried we were! What if you were murdered, huh? My conscience will haunt me forever!" She said and then flipped her hair.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. But you didn't have to pull my hair, you know!" I replied after stepping on her white shoes.

I simply rolled my eyes when started going on and on about how expensive her shoes were and that they are limited edition blah blah blah.

"But seriously, sis, where were really you?" Kier asked while squinting his eyes, quite suspicious of me.

I heaved a deep breath as I tilt my head, ready to tell them a lie. But then, I suddenly had flashbacks of the moments when I moaned underneath him. I can feel my cheeks turning red as I avert my gaze.

I saw how Kier's eyes widened from my peripherals. I covered my ears when he suddenly shrieked and started nudging me.

"Oh my fucking Goddesses! How could you!" He turned to Mitch who seemed clueless. "Mitch!!! Our not so innocent girl here fucked a random guy from the dancefloor!"

Mitch eyes widened. She smirked. "Oh girl, you did not!" She shrieked.

"It was not a random guy!" I exclaimed which I immediately regretted. I covered my mouth and then turned my back to avoid their questioning gazes.

"Who was it then?" They asked while following me through the hallways.

"Is he hot?"

"Handsome?"

"Was he good in bed, Tia?"

"How's your first experience? Are you not sore?"

"Why are you limping? Did he fuck you several times last night?"

"Oh shut up!" I walked faster with my head bowed in order to hide my flushed face. Because hell! I guess all the answer to their questions favors that damn experienced bastard!

"Was it Chris?" Mitch innocently asked.

I turned to face them. "Hell no!"

"Who is it then?"

"No, I am not telling you both! Damn that was so embarrassing!"

Kier rolled his eyes. "Stop acting like that, Tia. You're a bitch, acting innocent does not suit you. And anyway, I bet that guy's hot. Come on, sis, answer us."

"Oh damn it! Fine! He's hot and handsome. He's good in bed. I moaned his name. And fuck! I felt I was in heaven. Was those answer good enough?" I was panting in embarrassment as I curse Elijah at the back of my mind for being all those things. "But fuck it! I wish it wasn't him?! He's so experienced and I just can't helo but feel disgusted."

They were both wincing while looking at me witb their eyes twitching. After a minute of silence, they averted their gazes while trying not to laugh at me.

"Hey!"

They burst out laughing. "I'm so sorry, girl. HAHAHAHAH! I think I know who was the lucky man," Kier said.

"It's okay, girl. That's totally fine. He's a hottie, rich, and handsome. You can forget about your disgust tomorrow."

"Oh come on! I shouldn't have told you guys!" I placed my tote bag on my desk and then went to place my folder on our professor's desk.

"It's Elijah, right? The one you curse to death for ruining you to his brother?"

I flashed a forced smile as I face them. "Yeah, so can you both please stop mentioning him?"

Suddenly, I felt all the embarrassment leave my system as I stare at Mitch's eyes. She raised her hands and then nodded. Kier wanted to push it further but Mitch pinched him.

"Can we look at your folder, Tia? I feel like I won't be able to graduate in time. My folder's such a mess," Mitch said while walking towards the table and then opened my portfolio.

I rolled my eyes while hers shone in amusement while staring at my designs. Kier shared with her space as they both flip through the pages of my portfolio.

"Damn, girl! How can you be this talented while we can barely draw a basic design?"

"You're overreacting, Mitch," I said.

"No, seriously, girl! I bet these designs will be posted and promoted by the school again."

"Stop praising that bitch, Mitch. Look at her smile," Kier groaned jokingly. "Look, it went straight to her head and now she's all smiles and proud of her work."

We all laughed. I crossrd my arms under my chest and and smirked. "Well, I am Tiara McKenzie, after all."

"See? I told you."

"How to be you, then?" Mitch chuckled as shr gently places my portfolio on the table. "Maybe you can donate some creative juices for us? Just maybe. So that we can pass with flying colors anf not just barely pass."

"H-," Kier spoke before I could even return thr joke.

"No, don't ask her to share her creative juices. She might share Elijah's juices by mistake," Kier joked.

"Hey! Would you stop that?!"

Mitch's eyes flashed a glint of mischief. She clasped her hands together. "Oh that would be lovely! I'll get to have some of that demigod's piece. Damn! I'd love to bear his child and give birth to a kid who's like a fictional character!"

They shrieked in unison and I am so grateful when the bell rang as I did not only get to stop them from fuzzing about Elijah but also had them shut up about his juices... if they're not the same thing.

They've gone mad. Mad over Elijah without knowing how much of an asshole he is.

He's quite playful when he's not in his CEO mode and everyone knows that. But not to the extent of how I know him.

Behind the curtains, he'll fuck a girl and then toss them around as if they were just crumpled papers filled with non reusable information. As if they were trashes he did not need in the first place.

"You coming with us?"

"Where to?" I asked while tying my hair up.

"Chris's party," Kier answered.

I shook my head. "Nope. I'm quite busy this evening. Dad has something he wants me to fix."

Both rolled their eyes. "Do we have to wait a month again before we have you join us to get wasted?" Mitch asked while pouting.

"Stop being silly," I laughed. "I have to go. Enjoy the party. And please tell Chris I wish him a happy birthday."

Lies. I wonder how many times I had to lie to them in order to keep on doing what helped me to release intense emotions aside from fashion designing.

I stealthily sneak in to the window after changing into something convenient. I can hear the loud music from outside as well as the loud cheers of everyone in the party.

I couldn't even hear my steps as I took the stairs to the rooftop, carrying a heavy bag.

"High enough," I mumbled.

I set up my sniper before looking for the corrupt governor among the guests through my telescope.

A soft smile crept on my lips as I mark my target. "May you rest in peace. Checkmate." I mumbled.

I changed into a casual attire to make it look like I'm leaving the party in fear as everyone in there was in chaos, not knowing what to do as the poor governor lays lifeless on the ground filled with bubbles and wine.

I threw the sniper at the bottom of the nearby lake after burning my gloves.

I jumped into my car while humming.

"Mission accomplished. Payment received," I said before removing my earpods.

I was about to start the engine when my gaze landed on the rear view mirror. I can feel my blood running cold as our eyes locked through the mirror.

I can see no trace of emotion from his eyes. He's wearing the expression he usually wears in front of his people. He's leaning on the backseat with his arms crossed under his chest. He's still in his tuxedo but with loosened ties.

"What are you doing here, Elijah?" I asked in a cold voice, so much different from my usual tone whenever we meet.

"I came to check on you just like what your father asked me to," He smirked. "I did not expect to see you washing the blood off your hands."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Don't even try to deny it, Tiara," He chuckled. "Imagine what will your father do if he ever learns the reason why you no longer rely on their money was because you are getting paid to... you know, assassinate people."

I can feel my blood boiling in anger as I can foresee where this is going to. Just like what happened before, he'll manipulate me into doing what he want. And just like before, when it is no longer fun, he'll push me off the cliff and watch me get miserable like an eagle with its wings chopped off.

I laughed without humor. "What is it do you want from me again, Elijah? Come on, say it. We both know how much of a use I can be to anyone."

"Ahh clever, clever girl. Tia, you're right. I need something from you. I want something from you. And you are the only one who can do it."

I flashed a sarcastic smirk. "Damn, you never really changed, Elijah. You're still the same manipulative bastard you used to be."

"I'm glad you never forgot about him, Tia."

In a swift, he's already hovering over me. Just like what happened last night, I am underneath him.

He's pinning my hands above my head as he caresses my cheeks in a gentle manner as if I am such a fragile glass.

"What is it do you want that you have to hover over me, Elijah."

He chuckled. "Stop being emotionless, little bunny. Where's the fun when you get to know what I want this instant?"

"Then fuck off, Elijah. No one's playing with you," I said as I try to kick him.

"Oh hush, little bunny. Don't fight me. Or, do you want me to tell your daddy how you killed the governor?"

"I hate you, Elijah."

"Well, I don't quite hate you, Tiara. But hey, hear me out," He parted my legs without letting me fight back.

His hand traveled from my cheeks, to my shoulders, to my breast, and then to my inner thighs.

My breathing was rugged while he's staring at me with a blazing fire behind those seemingly kind eyes. I clenched my jaw as I try to fight but couldn't.

His fingers has reached my underwear. "I bought this so I can reap it, right?"

"Fuck you, Eli- Ahh!"

I couldn't help myself when his fingers slipped into to my panties. He inserted two fingers in while playing with my sensitive bud.

A lone tear rolled down my cheeks as I bite my lower lip. His eyes are filled with lust as he push and pull his fingers inside me.

"This is what I want, Tia. Give it to me and your secret is safe with me."

"No, stop it, Elijah! Ahh Ohh!"

I don't know what to do. The fire in his eyes was ignited more. The way he moves his fingers are getting rougher as if he's giving me no choice but to obey.

"You enjoyed me last night, Tiara. What is the difference if I get to fuck you anytime I want?" He asked.

He pulled his fingers off me and showed how soaked it was with my juices.

"Open you mouth, Tiara."

I was sobbing when I obeyed. I shut my eyes when he had me taste my own juices.

"That's good, baby. You don't want me mad, right? You wouldn't want me mad."

I nodded.

He let go off my hands to unbuckle his pants.

"Spread your legs for me, baby. Wider, Tiara. Let me fuck you hard tonight."

I gasped when he inserted his member without any warning. He's pushing hard and fast. I can feel him beating inside me.

"That's right, baby. Moan my name. Tigthen around my damn cock, Tia."

One day. One day, I swear. If he ever tell a single soul about me being an assassin, I'll kill him before I get caught. I'll kill him in the most brutal way possible.