Hate is such a strong word.

April 8, 2012
The Bently Mansion


The cup in my hand rattled every time a lightning bolt hit the ground somewhere. It was storming extremely hard, and I couldn’t let Brazton go home in this type of weather. Everyone else is asleep. Harry and I didn’t talk to each other when we got home last night, and we all just went to bed. But the storm has awoken me and I can’t go back to sleep.

The house doesn’t have any power, so I scavenged for a few gas lamps and lit them up. Now it’s just me, sitting alone… Drinking Coke from a coffee cup.

I’ve drifted away a few times because of the rain sounding so gentle hitting the big roof on this house, but the thunder woke me up. I stood up and grabbed a small hand-lit candle and walked over to the fridge. Of course I had to be in the kitchen, because I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. The kitchen seems… Safe. Maybe it’s because of all of the food, aha.

I refilled my coffee cup and sat back down at the table. It was so hot in the house because there wasn’t any conditioning, and I had to come down here with boy shorts and a tank on. It’s not my cup of tea if you ask me, but it’s just too damn hot down here to be wearing anything else.

Something in the living room stirred and I jerked my head up, and as if on cue, thunder crackled just above the house and I melted in my seat. I stood up and walked to the dining room until I had clear shot of the living room and held up the candle. Then a large figure came around the couch and I tensed.

“What the hell are you doing up?” Harry. How convenient.

I scoffed and walked back into the kitchen. I sat down at the table and put the candle down, slowly taking a sip of my Coke.

Harry walked into the doorframe of the kitchen and put his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets. He was missing a shirt, and his eyes were red. “You seem to have everything figured out, huh?” he grinned a little but sighed when I didn’t answer him, “I’m going to get some more candles.”

He pointed out of the kitchen and then quickly came back with a few more hand candles and a gas lamp. He slid a match across his palm and lit the three hand candles, then he used the rest of the flame to light up the gaslamp, “Do you want anything to eat?” he flustered when my eyes met his and I furrowed my brows.

“I am completely capable of feeding myself. Thank you.” I rolled my eyes and he hesitated, but he sat down in front of me.

“So she speaks?” he joked and I glared, making his grin grow.

“I am completely capable of speaking too. Just not to you.” I took a drink of my Coke to prevent from talking again and when I pulled it down, he was looking at me.

“Why are you so mad at me all of a sudden?” he scratched his arm and I laughed.

“All of a sudden? I was mad at you before.” I turned the gas lamp down so the room was barely lit, but then he turned it back up and leaned forward in his seat.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled, reaching for my cup and taking a drink from it. My mouth dropped and he let out a hearty laugh. Why does he have to be so damned adorable while I’m trying to be mad at him?

Thunder crackled again and I let out a small scream, making him laugh again. “It’s not funny,” I snapped and he nodded his head as he laughed. I threw a used match at him and he scoffed, “That’s what you get for laughing at me.”

I stood up and walked back over to the counter and set my cup down. I pulled the Coke out of the fridge and refilled my cup. But then I felt Harry’s hands land below my waist and I stopped where I was. A single touch can pull you under…

My heart began to skip and he pushed the hair surrounding my neck over my shoulder so that his cheek could touch my ear. “I…” I breathed one word and my heart was beating so fast that it was impossible to say more, “Just…” I groaned at my loss of words and he chuckled in my ear. His hot breath was blowing down my neck, and his hands landed on the front of my thighs, bringing my body into his.

“Anastasia,” he breathed on my neck, his lips trailing over my skin. If he wasn’t holding me up, I probably would have fallen to the floor. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and felt him grin against my neck, “You don’t hate me, no.” He shook his head and raised his hands up a little.

“Harry…” was all I could say and he smiled again, his breath traveling down my neck as he murmured my name again. The light above the stove began to flicker and we both looked over.

Once I looked over, he turned me around so that I was facing him. He locked his forefinger on the top of my tank, bringing it down to show my cleavage. He let out a grunt and looked down my body.

“Stop…” I whispered, and he grunted again when he pulled up the ends up my tank to show my underwear.

“Why did you wear this down here? Even though you didn’t,” he leaned closer to me and his firm chest touched mine, “I feel as if you wore this for me.” He bit his lip and I grabbed the ends up my tank in my hands. He put his hands on my cheeks and grinned at me.

“We can’t kiss…” I formed words and he cocked an eyebrow.

“I won’t let you tell me no.” He shook his head and I lolled my head back.

“We can not kiss Harry,” my voice became stern and I felt his expression with my eyes closed.

“You can’t tell me what we can not do, Anastasia. Remember, you’re under my rules bébé.” He smirked and I put my hands on the counter as he pinned his hips on mine.

“I don’t want you to kiss me,” I muttered and he gave a side grin.

“You don’t?” he moved closer and I bit my lip and looked down, "Liar."

“I don’t,” I forced out the words and groaned when I did. Dammit I wanted to kiss him. He looked like a fucking god standing in front of me with the lights flickering behind him.

“Well I want to kiss you…” he murmured and he leaned forward, making me put my hands on his chest.

But then he swung me up onto the counter and opened my legs, filling the space in between my knees with his body. He put his hands on my thighs and squeezed them, making me squeeze my eyes closed. “So you don’t want me to kiss you?” he slid his hands up until the were under my tank and I put my hands on his shoulders. “Maybe…” he trailed off and bit his lip. He then brought his finger up and smiled, “Maybe I won’t kiss you here…” he ran his finger over my lips and I melted where I sat.

Please kiss me… I don’t know why I told I didn’t want you to. Hell, it’s all I want right now… “You want me to kiss you somewhere else?” his teeth grazed his bottom lip and I nodded my head, “What was that?” he grinned widely and leaned closer to me.

“Yes, please,” I begged for him and he looked in my eyes a little too long…

“Anastasia?” we both looked to the kitchen door to see Brazton. He rubbed his eyes and Harry growled, punching the cabinet behind me before sitting back down on the table. I slid off of the counter and finished pouring my Coke and walked over to Brazton.

“Can you not sleep, sweetheart?” I asked, ruffling his hair. He smiled at me and nodded his head.

“I just needed to use the restroom. But I heard something in here and I wanted to know what it was,” he looked over at Harry and nodded his head, “Harry.” He smiled and Harry viciously jerked his chin towards him.

“Well come on. Let’s go to bed. I’ll meet you in the living room and we can walk up together.” I smiled and he nodded his head, walking into the living room. When he got there, I looked over my shoulder to Harry. I bit my lip and slowly walked over to him. I ran my hand over the table and he looked up at me when I stood above him.

“You’re ass looks great in those panties, Miss Greene,” he growled and I blushed.

“I’ll, see you in the morning.” I nodded my head and blew out a few of those candles. He let out a breath and I walked into the living room, grabbing Brazton’s hand, “Go on up there.” I smiled when we met the stairs and he nodded his head.

“Wait,” Harry came running into the hallway when I stepped on the bottom stair, “Come here.” He motioned for me and I stepped down. As soon as he stepped in front of me, he grabbed my waist and covered my lips with his. I was shocked at first, but then I realized… He’s kissing me… So I kissed him back. He parted my lips with his, and groaned heavily in my mouth. “Sleep with me in my bed tonight?” He asked, his mouth still hovering over mine.

“Harry I…”

“Please. I just want to know that you’re there. Lay down in my bed with me. There will no sexual confrontations, just me and you...” He was so desperate for me.

“I guess,” I muttered before running my hand through my hair, flopping it lazily over my head.

“So, you don’t hate me?” he smiled and I shook my head. Then before I could stop him, he placed his lips on mine and I melted in his hands. Another kiss… Is all it takes…

“Come with me, now,” he rasped in my ear and locked fingers with me before walking to the left wing and taking me to his bedroom.

Notes

Only a few more until chapter 61! I am so excited!


Kal xx