The funny thing is she’s right; I’ve been dreaming about Amaya lately and now here she is and I’m not about to let her go. Not by a long shot.
She’s gonna be my prize.
Chapter Ten
Amaya
Yesterday, I swear, could be marked down as one of the weirdest days of my life. Okay, so maybe it is more or less last night that got to me. After going into the bathroom, I’d been grateful to come back out to a darken room with the TV on. This worked for me since I’d put on a pair of sleep shorts and cami.
It’s the only time I allow myself to wear anything revealing. With my hair up in a messy bun the entirety of the scars are visible, and I didn’t think when I’d changed. My mind is completely out of whack. This is what this man does to me. He declares I’m to call him Venom and I know I should because he’s not the same man he used to be. He’s not the Isaac I remember.
Nope, this man is far more. I don’t know how to explain it.
Ruthless? Maybe.
More muscular? Most definitely.
His eyes seem to hold so much more than they used to. Where I remember them holding a shine in them, now they’re dimmed. I don’t know what he’s been through, but I could tell from the hardened look of him it’s not been easy.
There’s so much to meet the eye and yet there’s even more held where none can really see. God knows it’s confusing.
I’d intended to leave last night. To go get a motel room.
How in the world did I allow this man to convince me to stay here?
Oh right, I didn’t, he all but forced me into it. Took my keys and told me I’m not leaving. Not that I really wanted to leave. But at the same time, I also wanted to run for the hills. He makes me so nervous.
Why?
Because he’s Isaac even when he’s Venom. Doesn’t matter to me. For whatever reason he causes my heart to flutter.
God, I’m such a dork.
When I’d come out of the bathroom, Venom or Isaac, I don’t know what name I should call him right now. He’d been nice, spoke gently to me saying he wasn’t going to hurt me and for me to lie down and go to sleep.
Trusting him as I have always felt I could, I laid down and fell right to sleep more than happy to get some shut-eye. Best part of all is the bed is comfortable and not stiff like in the motels I’d been at for the last couple nights.
Shoot, his bed is even better than the one I had at home.
Now here I am waking up from the best sleep in what feels like months, maybe even years to the sun shining in through the windows lighting the room. The kicker of it all isn’t the warmth I feel from the sun coming through the blinds, no it’s the man who has his arms curled around me. One under my head scooping over my shoulder cupping one of my breasts in his hand. The other arm is wrapped around me and holding me tight around the waist, keeping me pressed back into him.
Oh boy.
Um.
I don’t know what I should feel about this scenario. I’ve dreamt about it more than I can count over the years but never in my life did I think it would happen. I mean hello, it’s me, Plain Jane. Nothing exciting ever happens to me.
So why now?
I figured he’d stay on his side and I’d stay way over on the edge of the bed like I’d been lying when I fell asleep.
Okay, so I tried to lie on the floor last night and he’d stopped that from happening and demanded I get into the bed. That’s when I laid close to the edge and prayed I didn’t roll out of it.
To find myself not only in this man’s arms but in the middle of the bed, is a little nerve-wracking I guess you could say. There’s something to be said about that if you will.
“Sweetness, you need to stop thinking so fuckin’ much.” I nearly jump out of my skin at the husky sound of Isaac’s sleep-filled voice. My breathing becomes harder when I feel him press himself further into my backside. In this position I feel all of him. And I mean all of him. I’m not a virgin but I also don’t have a lot of experience.
I’ve been with maybe three men in my entire life.
The first one, Eric, yeah, he’d taken my virginity on a bet which had been senior year in high school. The second guy, Martin, well he and I dated for a few months and then one night I finally gave into him. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, along with my money and panties. He’d stolen them all. Then the last one, Omar, let’s just say he’s one I wish I never allowed into my pants. He figured after one round in the sack with me he owned me. I wasn’t supposed to do anything without his knowledge. I’d ended that as quick as I could. I refused to be someone’s possession or anything they can control.
Screw that.
I’m my own person and I have a mind I use to think for myself.
“Amaya, you’re overthinking shit and there’s no reason to.” Oh my. This isn’t anyone but my Isaac talking.
My Isaac?
Yeah.
No.
I need to get those thoughts out of my head.
Like now.
“Um, can you let
