Chapter 8

I started to hit him, as hard as I could, but his muscles made me feel like it was pointless. Instead of him feeling the huge amount of pain I want him to feel, I was started to feel it. My hands felt like they were hitting a wall.

“Ow!” he started to deflect my fists and pushed himself as far against the door beside him to block my fits. “Why are you hitting me!?”

I put my hands down and frowned, “Why are we going to your house?” I then looked at him feeling offended, “If you think I’m going to sleep with you, then you are dead wrong mister!”   

Don’t act like you wouldn’t enjoy it, said a tiny voice in my head. I quickly push that thought to the deep depths of my mind. 

He laughed. “That wasn’t what I was expecting, but if you’re offering,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “then I’m ready and willing, angel.” He gave me a