Chapter 18 - Deep Pain (1/2)

Looking at unmoving Alvin and hearing nothing, Anya was panicked. She can't throw him out if lie there like a dead log. ”No, no, no, don't die here. Wake up, wake up...” She didn't even realize how heartless she sounded.

Her hands trembled, reluctant to touch him. She encouraged herself, ”You don't want a dead body in your home, Anya.” She would be glad one day, Alvin wasn't on his senses to hear her words.

Holding her mobile, she gently slapped his cheeks trying to wake him up. 'Damn, why do self-defense classes don't teach how to wake up fainted?' She thought to herself, shaking Alvin.

”Good lord, wake up.” She hissed in panic, annoyance, and haste. Her heart was beating crazily, her hand shaking a little. Her eyes tried to look for a simple clue to prove he was all fine.

Suddenly Alvin clutched her wrist. Anya's heart jumped to her throat. She gasped loudly and dropped her mobile while trying to pull her hand away from his firm grip.

'Gulp.'

Anya saw her mobile dropping into the bathtub.

Alvin drew a painful, deep long breath. The hand in his hand felt cold and soothing against his skin. Half of his mind wanted to let go of the hand. Another of the mind just wanted to be selfish, apathetic, which he was,

Anya saw her mobile. She lowered and dipped her hand into the water to pick it and make the call. Before she could reach the mobile, she stilled like an instantly frozen rock in the frosty winter fields.

Alvin's eyes stayed half closed as he was barely holding up. He felt something even more tempting next to his waist, grazing his bare skin. He craved to rub them against his skin and cool himself.

When he sensed that tempting thing moving, his hand swiftly caught it like a snake catching a sneaky rat, before it escapes.

Anya: ”...”

She gave her all to pull her hands away but his grip was so warm and firm that it became an impossible task. He wasn't squeezing her hand to hurt but too strong for his own good. Her wrist turned red while trying to struggle but he didn't budge.

”Alvin Matthews,” Anya growled, ready to kick him in the balls.

But Alvin tugged her and she slipped to the floor with her hands in his grip. He opened his eyes, they were red, filled with lust and hunger.

Anya's instincts were telling her to run but she stared at him. He was trembling trying to control himself. Somehow his struggles melted her. She recalled what Krstyle told her. 'Help him to release. Holding that stupid thing and rub, rub, rub.'

She tried to look down at his body. His body was so well-formed and sculpted that she couldn't even remember any celebrities having such a good body. To be clear, she had no time for herself to watch a movie as she keeps herself busy with Zane's needs and wants.