Love To Hate You

The door opened and Claire came in with a tray of food in her hands. She slowly approached the bed with calculated footsteps. 

When she got to the foot of the bed, Samantha stood up and took the tray from her. Claire flashed me a smile and a look of concern when my eyes jammed with hers. I just nodded at her with a small smile.

She bowed lowly before turning to leave the room. Samantha opened the covers on the two plates that was on the tray. My stomach grumbled at the sight of the pasta and the grilled chicken that filled the two plates.

I stared awkwardly at Samantha when she took a spoonful of pasta and brought it to my lips. 

Is she trying to feed me?

"I can really feed myself, Sam," I whispered and tried to take the pasta filled spoon from her but she moved it away from me with a little shake of her head.

"You obviously lack the strength to do that. So, just let me feed you alright? Or do you want me to call Alexander to feed you?" My eyes immediately widened and I vigorously shook my head at her.

No, I don't want to be near Alexander now. I don't want to face or speak with him yet.

I slowly opened up and took the pasta into my mouth, relinquishing its delicious taste. 

"I'm okay, Sam." I can't take anymore or my stomach would burst. She had patiently fed me despite my little whines and she's still urging to eat more, so that I can empty the plate. "No, I'm fine, really," I said shaking my head.

"Alright, have some water." She brought the glass of water to my lips and I took a few gulps. I sighed out deeply before resting against the headboard.

"I'll go drop this off at the kitchen sink." I nodded as she stood up with the tray and the empty plates. She walked towards the door, opened it and left the room.

I love Alexander's mother. She's so virtuous and caring. She actually reminds me of my deceased mother, even with the way she pampers me like a baby. 

I adjusted myself to a lying position on the bed, making myself comfortable. I brought up the white sheets to my neck when another chilly breeze seeped into the room. The sky will begin to cry anytime soon.

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I stirred slowly in my sleep when I heard low muttering sounds. My eyes flickered open like two flashlight beams, the new temporal inserts providing enough light to illuminate whatever I look at. It's like being shown the woods one tree at a time in some crazy memory game, but it's better than blackness.

A figure sat beside me, with his hand wrapped protectively around mine. My hazel eyes caught sight of grey orbs that was firmly fixed on my face.

My eyes lazily wandered the room. I'm still in Alexander's room. For some reason, his room is comfortable, warm and cozy.

I looked towards the window to see that it was raining heavily outside. My eyes returned to Alexander and I tried to take my hand from his but he held on tightly.

I glared at him with a sigh and shut my eyes.

"How are you feeling now?" Came his low but raspy voice. I lazily opened my eyes and shrugged at him.

"Better," I answered shortly not wanting to engage in any conversation with him. I can still feel his prying eyes on me and I tried hard not to look at him.

"Are you trying to shut me out, Angel," he whispered and I slightly tilted my neck to stare pointedly at him. His eyes were filled with so many emotions I couldn't decipher. His face was neutral, but his eyes, they were a turbulent mess.

"No, I'm not. I'm just not in the mood to talk."

He sighed and abruptly stood up. He gave me one last glance before walking to a door, which I guess is the bathroom. 

I sighed out in relief when the door shut behind him. I wonder how his wound is fairing now. He isn't behaving like someone who has a deep wound. I came here to find out what happened to him but the tables turned and I'm the one lying on the bed weakly. 

But still, what could have resulted to him having a deep wound on his stomach? 

Could it be...my eyes immediately snapped wide open when I remembered something. Alexander said that he was wounded because of me. 

How am I involved in that? 

The only way to find out is if I ask him. But, I don't want to speak with him, I don't even want to be close to him. 

I sluggishly sat up on the bed and stretched myself. I sighed out in relief when I heard a few bone cracks.

The door that led to the bathroom opened widely and Alexander stepped out. I gulped down when my eyes travelled to the towel that was hanging dangerously below his waistline. I can even see the v-shape of his waist. I forced my eyes away from his waist and it slowly journeyed upwards, taking a fill of his abs and lean muscled arms. 

His wounded area was covered with a white gauze patch. My eyes finally landed on his face that was now coated with a devilish smirk. He was staring right back at me, which means he caught me drooling and ogling at his body.

I cleared my throat nervously and darted my eyes away from him, staring at anything in the room but him. My face flushed crimson red and I bent my head, using my hair to cover my cheeks.

The bed dipped beside me and I hastily turned my head, only to come face to face with Alexander.

I backed away from him and plunged my back tightly against the headboard, wishing for it to magically open so I can slip inside it.

"Like what you see?" His gaze was taunting and an amused smirk was playing on his lips. 

"Yeah, you wish. I wouldn't even glance your way even if you were the last man on earth," I scoffed, with an eye roll. His smirk turned into a grin as his palms connected with the soft headboard on my sides, caging me in. His head dipped low towards mine and I turned my face to the side. 

He gently tucked my hair behind my ears and turned my head to stare at me. "Are you sure about that?" He whispered lowly. 

His voice was sultry and alluring. The only thing I want is for him to get away from me but here he is, crowding my space.

My eyes fluttered close on its own accord when he licked my earlobe. He seductively nipped at my neck, biting hard on it. That is definitely going to leave a hickey.

He leaned away from my neck and stared squarely on my face before he leaned in to kiss my forehead softly. He kissed my nose and slowly rubbed his against mine. I folded my lips into a thin line, not wanting him to kiss me. He chuckled lowly and leaned away.

"You're so naive, little Angel", he breathed out with a little chuckle.

I glared at him and pushed at his chest but he didn't budge.

"You're so pathetic. Just get away from me. I so much love to hate you." His face contorted and his eyes narrowed.

"Say that again," he said in a daring tone.

"I said, I so much love to hat....." I didn't get to finish my words when his lips landed on mine, zapping up all the air in my lungs.