CHAPTER 7

BUT NOTHING UNTOWARD happened as Soren was polite and harmless.

They were able to identify the two suspects that injured Claire and after that, the two confessed to the crime.

“I’m sorry about what happened in the house,” Misha apologized to Soren while he was taking her and Jaden home. “It’s like an inquisition.” She chuckled. “It’s that they are… we are… we are always emotional about what happened to Uncle James.”

“I understand,” he stated. “Hey, do you want to go home now? Or maybe you want to drink some coffee first,” he said again, clearly misunderstanding the inquisition that happened earlier, clearly not getting that one of the aftermaths of that interrogation would be her avoiding him starting today.

“Maybe next time,” she said, and quickly regretted it as she was giving him false hopes and sort of reinforcing his belief that the inquisition earlier was really nothing and would not impact their burgeoning friendship.

Yes, she felt that Soren wanted to be friends with her and proof of it was the look of disappointment on his face when she declined—and the feeling was really mutual. She really wanted to be friends with him also, maybe, even more than that, until she and her family discovered who he was. Well, Soren might really be a good man and he could be telling the truth that his family was lying in disparaging him. But she and her family didn’t know it for sure, and while they were unaware on who was telling the truth between Soren and his family, it would be best for her and her family to stay away from him. Definitely, it wouldn’t look good on their relatives, especially to her Uncle James’ wife and kids, for her to be friends with anyone from Soren’s family.

If only Soren didn’t belong to his family, they would probably in the getting-to-know-you-better stage now. And she really would have loved to drink coffee or any drinks with him, talking to him, joking with him, laughing with him, asking him what kindness and selfless thing he intended to do that day.

Soren still looked a bit disappointed while she and Jaden were coming out of his car in front of their house. If he was looking for additional friends because the whole world seemed to be against him, courtesy of his own family, he really would be frustrated. Now, if he had a crush on her and he could now sense that she would always run away from him, he’d be more frustrated.

She wanted to grin at the thought. He had a crush on her?

So assuming!

Soren was probably frustrated because people tended to believe his family more than him. Well, he was outnumbered and whatever amount he had squirreled in a bank, it was obvious that his father and sibling would always have more money than him. And if you had a lot of money, it was a given that you had more influence. And you could pay and convince a lot of people to believe on you and hate on someone or something. Misha was salmost certain that if Soren could find another family willing to believe him and be friends with him, he’d quickly forget her and her family.

And then she remembered Claire’s family, she was certain that they would take Soren’s side.

Soren was on Misha’s mind until the time she was trying to sleep.

She would feel a small pinch in her heart whenever his face would cross her mind and she would find herself shaking her head. It was a blessing that she got to know him before the connection between them got deeper. She only had a crush on him and he was already making it hard for her to sleep. What if she had fallen for him already?

Was he thinking of her also? If he was thinking of her, it was probably because of her family’s rejection of him.

After she didn’t know how many tosses and turns, she finally fell to sleep.

Only to be awakened by something heavy pressing on top of her.

Her room was shrouded in total darkness, and the thing on top of her looked like a shadow. But she was certain it wasn’t just a shadow but a person—a man who was completely naked. Something thick, long and hard down her torso was poking her thigh. And then something, it seemed pulled the moon lower and closer to home, its light lunging at her room’s windows and crawling at it like a snake. The moonlight seeped through the open windows, slithered into the floor and crept up her bed and onto the figure on top of her. She remembered closing all her windows before she slept and locking it. But this man here, no doubt, destroyed its locks and came through it.

The moonlight slinked first over the man’s chest and then it split and spread towards two directions, up and down. She saw her seemingly rock-hard abs and she quickly looked away as the light on the downward path threatened to reveal to her what that hard, long and thick thingy that continued to poke her looked like. Misha lifted her eyes and saw the upward light on its neck and still moving upward until it shone on the man’s face.

“Soren!” she almost screamed.

“Quiet!” Soren ordered her and covered her mouth with his hand.

“What are you doing here?” she spoke against his palm.

“Showing you my true colors,” he grunted.

She groaned. So her family was right to condemn him quickly. Well, she wanted to know his true colors but she didn’t want him to show it to her—and worse, to make her experience it. But Soren seemed determined to fulfill his mission inside her room—and on top of her bed.

He removed his hand from her mouth and kissed her wildly on the lips, his lips and tongue moving madly like he wanted to eat, first her lips, and then her whole body. She was scared and angry, scared that Soren would really think of raping her, and angry that Soren even bothered to try to defend himself earlier in front of her family. She hated liars and she hated them even more when they lied to her family. His family was right about him: he was a chronic liar. And that heroic act saving Claire, it was all for show, for wanting to impress people and hide his true self.

It was his disguise: pretending to be a good man.

He failed to impress her family so there was no use now being goody-goody to them. And he probably was thinking that his money and influence would save him from this crime he was about to commit. No, she and her family wouldn’t be bought. They would make sure that just like that rider and his passenger, Soren would go to jail.

He stopped kissing her and started ripping her clothes, and she was astonished on how he easily ripped her nightwear, like he was an expert on ripping girls’ clothes, like she was ripping paper clothes. Such strong hands and arms, it was a pity he used them to abuse women. And she wondered how many dresses he had ripped, how many lips he had kissed and tried to munch and swallow without permission. Both his hands became busy on completely taking all her garments off her so her mouth was free to speak.

She screamed internally when he finally managed to take off all her clothes, and now, only the moonlight was covering her up, which really wasn’t doing anything to hide her body from Soren’s glutton eyes.

“So you’re really a sex addict?” she asked him with a violent smirk as he feasted his eyes on her breasts.

“Yes,” he answered and his hands moved towards her and her eyes widened as she realized what she was presently doing—he was pulling her panties down. He held it in one hand and he—ugh!— smelled it and grinned before throwing it down the floor. Then, he violently spread her legs apart and stared at the precious flesh in between her thighs, like he would eat it—literally.

“I’d make you happy tonight and every night of your life,” he said, hissing like a snake eager to slide inside something.