Lechna_Baram

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. 

      "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Masked Feelings

As we walked in the club, Isaac slowly found his way beside me. He looked like he was about to say something but he was reluctant to do so. I turned to look at him while making our way to a table. Damian was behind us, watching our moves carefully. Ah. Now I know why Isaac was reluctant to talk. Dean and Rose took place on the chairs. Isaac sat next to Dean. Damian and I sat next to each other. I was tired of Isaac's several attempts to talk to me. 


"Talk already, Isaac" I huffed. He smiled sheepishly then tool a deep breath before finally talking. 


"You're still helping me, right?" He asked, hope coating his words. I rolled my eyes and nodded. 


"I told you I would, why would I change my mind?" I asked. Isaac's eyes shifted from me to Damian. Oh. Yeah. I turned to look like Damian who looked rather calm. No glares. 


"She's already here" Isaac said. I smiled and looked in the direction that he was now watching. 


Chapter 64: The Club