C h a p t e r 18

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I love the way when you are overprotective of me.

It's such a huge turn on for me.

But...

You don't deserve me, even a little bit baby.

I jolted awoke up by someone's presence.

"What the fuck are you doing here like a creep?" I snapped at him.

He didn't like it my tone so he came towards me in a blink and grabbed my throat.

Fear consumed me.

"Please don't."

"It hurts."

"Please."

"Don't do it."

"Please."

"Hey hey hey. Stop. No body is hurting you." Someone was patting my cheeks.

"NO. Please."

Tears rolled down my cheeks but wiped by someone.

"Shh. Come here. Breath."

But it was like I was in my own dark world where no body is going to save me.

"Fuck."

"Don't close your eyes baby. Look at me. Hey. Yes look at me."

I was just looking at him. Blinking.

"That's a good girl. Now breath with me." He motioned and I did as he say.

Breath in.

Breath out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

I tried like this for a whole minute but he didn't mind that I was wasting his time.

I closed my eyes as what I did shame me. He saw me in my most vulnerable state. Now he will make fun of me. Sooner or later. That's how he is.

"Good. You okay now?" He touched my cheeks.

I nodded as I want to savour this moment with him. Him caring me. This was a rare site to see him like this. I still haven't get used to him behaving like a soft instead of cold.

Once I calculated myself. I opened my eyes without looking at me and removed myself from him and went straight to the bathroom to collect myself ignoring his sighed and curses.

I quickly turn the shower but didn't step in it. I still don't get it why he is behaving like this. This is not good. I don't want him soft, sweet. I prefer him cold, ruthless. It was easy to hate him when he hated my existence but when he is sweet, it is hard to not like him. So hard.

"Training starts in 30 minutes. I am waiting outside." His voice said from my bedroom.

It was still dark outside. I didn't mind it. At least training give me some time off of my nightmares. The nightmares that caused by none other than him and he was going to train me. That sound just good.

I didn't reply him as I step into the shower and washed my body. After doing my morning routine, I wrapped towel around myself and step outside the bathroom.

He was nowhere near found. I picked my training clothes and wore it. I braid my hair and put shoes as I left my cabin to see he was deep in thought standing outside of my cabin.

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