Chapter 20 - Foolish Wild Kitten (1/2)

Alvin was frozen. He was unsure if he was shocked or fury was building up. He couldn't believe the damned woman was slapping him when hadn't done anything to her.

Anya realized she probably misunderstood Alvin's actions. But there was no turning back, it already crossed her limits and she already gave him the leeway as Zane's father. She didn't have the mood to handle the man's ego. Now she was in real danger.

The tiny trembling body found strength out of nowhere and pulled him out of the tub. She dragged him while he tried to shrug her off, ”Are you f**king crazy?” He was straight walking out of the tub.

Anya clenched her teeth and continued to pull him out. They were out of her bedroom.

He tried to tug her back to stop her. His eyes widened the very next second when she used his strength to her advantage and flipped him on the floor with all her strength.

Alvin's hand almost reached her body to reverse the situation and realized she was a woman. She will drop dead if he reacts to her attack. 'Damned woman.' He clenched his teeth and let the pain inflict his body.

'Thud.'

He groaned in pain. She was so good with self-defense that her body reacted involuntarily to protect herself. He heard her gasp. Her body shook when she realized what she had just done. However, Anya didn't feel sorry. If he listened to her, she wouldn't have done that.

'Will he hold a grudge? Did I dig a grave?' She swallowed nervously. She had come so far, so there was no looking back. She held his wrist. and started pulling him towards the stair.

Alvin stumbled while standing up and yanked her effortlessly. Her tiny strength was nothing against him. He couldn't believe she did have such strength.

Anya gasped at the pull, her heart leaped to her throat when her back bumped to his hard chest and his strong arm coiled around her like an iron cage, leaving no space to escape easily. She struggled in his arms like a mouse in a trap, trying to find an escape.

Alvin waited for her to relax but something started to harden at the brush of her back against his body. 'This woman.' He looked around and saw a knitted blanket on the armchair, a few steps away. He was about to threaten her to behave, she stomped his feet with her pointed heel.

'Fuck,' Alvin clenched his teeth and swallowed the pain in silence. A dark red mark appeared on his feet with a peel of his skin. The pain made it hard to leave his weight on his right. Her aim on the nerve was perfect. His leg was numb.

Anya tried to get away from his arms but those arms didn't loosen a bit. 'Why is he so strong?' Since Alvin's aim wasn't to hurt her, holding her in place wasn't difficult and she wasn't getting momentum to sway him.

Twirling her around, he pressed her against the wall with her wrists in his right hand. He grabbed the knitted blanket looking at her frightened little face and closed eyes. Her breathing was rough and she seemed to be waiting for the pain. He thought it was enough to scare her.

Well, he was wrong. The next second, he sensed her leg move again. He escaped before she could kick him in the balls with a swing of her leg.

Alvin: ”...”

He couldn't believe this little woman was so feisty and refused to give up or beg him to let her go. More than that, they weren't even speaking, it was like she knew him!?

Wrapping the mustard yellow blanket around his lower waist, he covered his lower half and narrowed his eyes at her. Anya felt uncomfortable to see a man naked walking at her place but she didn't show it on her face. She fiercely glowered at him. He was at her place, and she wasn't going to stand by his rules.

His lips slowly titled, finding her amusing, seeing her hide her fear with anger. 'Foolish wild kitten.' For some reason, he wasn't a bit annoyed anymore and ignored the pain in his body. He was in a mood to tease her, he weirdly liked this silly woman.

For her looks? Nope, he had seen a better-looking woman yet she piqued his interest.

For trying to get rid of him? No, he didn't like it.

For being feisty? Might be.

For not giving up? Might be.

For being foolishly brave? Might be.

For not crying in fear? Definitely a likable trait for him.

Unaware of why he was so interested in her, he smirked, flashing a sexy smile. He failed in his attempt. She didn't react.

He wouldn't leave her place before getting the hard disk anyway. So his unreasonableness began. ”Do you want me to leave?” His voice was deep and husky. He responded to his question, watching her unreactive face. ”I am not going anywhere.” He carelessly said and alighted the stairs. He was thirsty.

Anya: ”...”

She couldn't talk him out, she knew that well. Then how to throw him out? Her eyes glinted. She had figured him out in the past. So she came up with the solution quickly. She started counting till ten, ”One… Two… Three…”

In the living hall, Alvin stood watching a picture of Anya and her son. His eyes were on her. She looked more like a sister wearing those cute pajamas with her son. 'Who takes pictures in pajamas?' He mused.

His attention shifted to look at another picture. It was her solo picture. She was pouting, puffing her cheeks, closing her eyes, and holding her two ponytails at the sides. Her hair was long in it. 'Interesting.'