Chapter SEVEN

“I am sorry, Nala” he whispers, and I am shocked that he is apologizing. I smile, as I am happy he is doing this. I suddenly feel like I can finally be happy. Don leans forward to kiss me. His soft lips meet mine, and I smile against him. He moves his hand to my shoulder, deepening the kiss. His hands find their way to my back as he caresses me gently, never breaking the kiss. A moan escapes my mouth as he trails kisses down my neck.

Don touches me, and I turn to face him, and my heart vigorously thumps against my ribcage.

“Oh, Don,” I moan his name, enjoying how my body reacts to his with every touch of his lips. His kisses travel to my lush breasts, and he deftly gets rid of my bra. Don smiles and circles the soft mound of my boobs for a long time, and I think I will die from waiting. He senses this and immediately closes his mouth around my hardened nipples. I moan again, loudly this time, and grip his hair tighter. The unmistakable wetness between my legs keeps increasing, and all I want is him deep inside of me. It is like he knows exactly what I want. He moves his hand down my boobs and stops right at the entrance of my pussy, where I am dripping for him. He parts my legs with his strong hand, locates my clitoris, and begins to work his magic. My eyes pop wide open from the intensity of the pleasure he is giving me, and he responds by plunging one finger into me.

One finger turns into two, and I shiver like a newborn fawn. I feel stretched in a way I have never felt before, and the feeling is breathtaking and glorious. He slowly introduces the third finger, and I climax almost immediately, and he keeps working me into a frenzy of pure desire. I scream his name over and over again, as I come.

“Oh my goodness!” I scream as I jerk from my sleep, drenched in sweat.

Shit.

It was a dream.

I dreamt about Don having sex with me. What have I gotten myself into, now?

I hurriedly go about my morning routine, noticing Don’s absence on the bed. What do I expect? , he is obviously not going to be around me. I am just his annoying young mate, given to him by the moon goddess.

I put on a pair of shorts and a crop top, throw my hair in a neat bun, and apply a little makeup. I grab my bag, and bolt out of the room, and down the stairs. I have no clue how I’ll get to school, but I know I’ll go. If Don didn’t want me to go anywhere, he would not have arranged outing clothes for me.

I greet the maids in the kitchen, and they all respond with smiles.

“Morning, miss. Breakfast?” Claire asks, and I smile. The delicious smell of waffles fills the room and my mouth waters in anticipation of a good breakfast. I am promptly served, and I enjoy my waffles, as I chat with Claire and the other two maids.

At least, I won’t be lonely in this place.

I thank all of them for the meal, and get on my feet, contemplating a plan to get to school, when I hit a sturdy wall. By the scent, I am positive it is Don.

“Where do you think you are going in that outfit?” he bellows.

I glance at my clothes and find nothing wrong with them.

“School,” I speak slowly and quietly, so he won’t think I am rude. I do not want him to hit me. Hell, that is the last thing I want.

‘I don’t care. Go and change now!” he orders, and I dash to my room, filled with dread.

“I change into jeans and a long-sleeved top, hoping it will meet Don’s expectations. I walk slowly back downstairs, and I don’t see him.

“I’ll be taking you to school, Miss.” Someone says, and I nod as I enter the car. The drive to school is quiet, at least I have some time to think. Soon, we pull up in the school driveway, and I hop out. I thank the chauffeur and I leave.

The concerned faces of my best friends greet me. I give each of them giant bear hugs.

“I have really missed you guys,” I whisper and they smile.

“We also missed you” they chorus.

“Tell us about Don” This is from Sheldon.

“Guys, it was hell…..” I start to explain, but I am interrupted by the bell. I promise to tell them later, and I speed off to my first class.

The day goes by normally, apart from the weird and confused looks I get from classmates who know I am with Don. I thank whoever is listening that they don’t know that he is my mate. I go for lunch and sit with my friends.

“So, about Don…” they prompt.

“I really don’t know, guys, but he is so mean. He makes me cry a lot. He scares me. I can’t believe he is my mate. “ I ramble on and on, and when I realize my mistake, it is too late.

“Your mate?” they all chorus, apprehension clearly written on their faces.

“I am so sorry, Nala” Dash says, and I smile tightly.

“I am fine, guys,” I say, not believing the words myself.

“Are you sure?” Keiran asks, and I nod. I don’t want them to start worrying about me. I think I can survive whatever comes my way. At least, he hasn’t hit me, and that is a good sign.

“See you guys tomorrow, bye,” I say.

“Bye, we love you” I whisper, and as I leave the cafeteria, I hope to see the car waiting to take me back home.

‘Nala, I have looked everywhere for you” Jordan’s voice knocks me out of my thoughts. What does he want? I am very mad at him. I blame him for everything that is happening to me right now. If he had not rejected me, I would not have a monster for a mate.

“What do you want?” I ask rudely, and he gives a sad smile.

“I know I deserve this, and more, but I regret the way I have treated you” he whispers, with a forlorn look in his eyes.

“It is fine, Jordan, but t will take more than sorry to fix this:” I retort, and he smiles again.

“I understand, Nala. Thank you” he sighs and digs out a locket from his pocket.

“For you,” he says, handing it over to me.

“You didn’t have to get me anything”

“I wanted to give you on your birthday, but I was just hurt. I was afraid we were not going to be mates, and I did something very stupid to hurt you” I grin, accept the locket, and put it in my bag. The last thing I want is for Don to find it on me.

“Thanks, Nala. Bye,” he hugs me and plants a kiss on my forehead. After Jordan leaves, I pace, hoping to see the driver sent to pick me up, but I don’t.

“He’s here,” I hear my friends mutter as they run towards me. I was hoping they would have left by now.

Really?

I feel my blood rush through my veins, and anxiety kicks in. What if he knows about Jordan? What if he gets mad at me because it took long for him to find me?

Oh, goddess, what do I do?

“Nala. Nala. Nala!” I hear, as my friends shake me.

“Are you okay?” Willow asks.

I assure them that I am fine, and I jog to where Don is.

“What took you so long?” he spits.

“I…was…with my friends. I did not know you were back. I swear. Please don’t hit me, at least not here.” I rush and look up at him. The look on his face is confusing. I don’t know if he is hurt or angry. I doubt he even has a heart.

He enters the car without saying a word. He drives really fast, and I am scared for us both. He keeps mute until we get home. He doesn’t even boss me around like he usually would. I hate to admit it, but this silent treatment is killing me. Is he going to listen to me, and then hit me here at home, because I asked him to hit me at school?

I change into my house clothes, and I am about to have my siesta when he bursts into my room.

“Who is he?” he demands, and I move further away from him. I am confused for a moment, then I remember my encounter with Jordan. How did he know? Does he have a spy?

“It was…………………….errrrm…..” I stammer.

“I am listening to you, speak. Who the hell is he?”

He asks repeatedly, and I know he is enraged.

“I won’t talk to him again, I promise you. I am sorry” I say, and huge drops of tears trickle down my face. I don’t want him to hurt Jordan.

“You fucked the bastard, right? That is why you smell like him!”

What?

“What? No, I would never do that. I swear, Don, I am sorry” I say, not even knowing why I am apologizing. I am terrified of him. Where is my mom when I need her the most? Living with him has made me realize that the rumors are true.

He is really hot, rich, powerful, and cruel. Very cruel.

“If I find out that you are lying to me, I will…..fuck!” he screams, and I run into my closet, and I hurriedly shut the door after me. A few seconds later, I hear him leave my room. I slowly leave the closet, and I lock the door of my room. Claire brings me dinner, and I refuse to eat. My heart is heavy.

I keep the locket tucked away, hidden from sight, and I sleep in fear of him coming back.