Chapter 27 - A Classic Jerk (1/2)
When Anya tightened her arm around Alvin's neck, his shoulders raised, causing him to crane his neck, stretching to its limit. Her delicate arm was crushing the right points, squeezing all the air out of his lungs.
A low groan stifled in his throat. He assumed she would leave after a few seconds but she didn't budge. 'This feisty woman will end up killing me.' He gritted his teeth when he was close to being knocked out.
Neither her weight nor her strength was enough to knock him out. She was able to overpower him because she caught him off guard. He didn't react later because he might end up breaking her bone or two. This is the second time he willingly embraced the pain for her.
He twisted his well-built strong body and pulled his right hand out of her weight. His actions were smooth as butter.
Anya tried her best to have him under her control but he reacted as if he wasn't in pain. Whereas she could guess it wasn't so easy and he was too strong for her strength. When she noticed his right hand free, she quickly rolled away to escape, he could snap her neck like a chicken's neck.
Alvin sensed her movements as soon as her grip suddenly released. She was quick-witted and escaped the attack very quickly. 'Witty.' He recognized it in his mind.
Before she could go on her feet and run away, he cupped the back of her head. He heard her gasp when he pinned her to the floor beneath him.
Her eyes were shut tightly, her breathing was very stable as if she was napping there. Despite she was hiding the fear behind her lashes, her right forearm was at his neck creating a good distance. With a simple move of her arm, she could get rid of him easily.
Instead of getting angry, a sly smirk appeared on his face. He admired her self-defense skills. She had enough capability to kill a person and keep herself safe. But it wasn't enough to hold a man in control or fight him head-on. In front of the women who tried to seduce him, drug him to bed, this little lady was very pleasing to his eyes.
Anya expected him to drag her by hair or slam her against the floor, but his big palm cradled her head and her body gently laid on the floor without a hint of pain touching her skin. With her eyes closed, she knew he was maintaining the distance between them as her hand could only stop his face from getting closer to her.
'Isn't he going to hit me?' Because his hand had reached her hair as soon as he stood in front of her and he was also furious.
'He won't molest me?' Because drunk and drugged, he had broken into her house.
'No threatening?' Because he kidnapped her and was silent. Importantly she just choked him, in his house.
Meanwhile, Oliver was frozen at the dining table, and another young man who witnessed everything, stood clueless at the end of the hallway. He doubted who was the man who was pinning the young lady on the floor. Alvin being gentle without terrorizing the feisty lady was hard to believe.
Anya was kind of embarrassed for letting her mind run wild. Nevertheless, she was aware that she was kidnapped by this man so it was natural for her to think that way and she didn't have to show any mercy on this man. She opened her eyes and met his cognac ones which glinted mysteriously but it darkened as if he changed to a different person in a split second. Nonetheless, she caught his lips arc playfully… It had a hint of wickedness.
”What were you expecting?” His low deep voice tingled her ears. ”Let me guess…” He pretended to wonder for a few seconds and read her mind clearly.
The smirk on his face deepened sinisterly, his gaze sharper than the knife, his voice turned dark and cold that could grip one's heart in fear, ”You thought… I will grab you by your hair, glower at you.”
Her fingers turned cold as the icy floor beneath her, her heart shuddered, looking at him. He was frightening. As though compelled to respond, Anya's head moved on its own and nodded her head.
Anya: ”...”