Fan Fiction ❯ Falling For You ❯ Bothered and Bewitched ( Chapter 7 )

Falling For You

Chapter 7:

Bothered and Bewitched

 

 

 

Drowsy lavender colored eyes fluttered open to gaze upon an unfamiliar ceiling as Breanna attempted to roll over, only to be stopped by a lean, muscular forearm draped carelessly over her bare midriff. `What the…?'

 

Twisting slightly, Breanna drew her breath in sharply as the form beside her came into focus. `Oh… shit.' She never swore. Ever. But this… waking up nude, beside a man who was most definitely not her boyfriend… unquestionably counted as an `oh shit' moment. In fact it was more than an `oh shit' moment, only one word could possibly describe the sheer stupidity possessed by any individual to be naked in a strange bed with anyone other than person they loved.

 

“Fuck.”

 

A low, sleepy chuckle was heard from the figure next to her as Devon lifted his head and flashed her an iniquitous smirk. “Again? Already? Wow, you're insatiable.”

 

Sputtering a little, Breanna scowled and pushed his arm from her waist. “That is not what I meant, and you know it,” she hissed as she scooted away and tugged at the comforter beneath her in a futile attempt to cover herself.

 

“Modesty? C'mon, Bre. I think we're probably past that, dontcha think?

 

Breanna just glared at him and pushed herself to her feet. Lazy grin still playing on his lips, Devon enjoyed the view as Breanna fumbled around on the ground for her scattered clothing.

 

“This can't ever happen again. You know that, right?” she informed him as she slipped on her panties and turned to face him again.

 

Devon just laughed and gave her a patronizing look. “Ya know, you're not really that convincing standing there in nothing but your underpants.”

 

“I hate you,” she mumbled as her cheeks flushed with indignant color. Scanning the floor with one arm over her breasts for her missing piece of clothing, Breanna huffed in annoyance and deliberately avoided eye contact with the insufferable man leering at her from his perch atop the bed.

 

“Looking for this?”

 

Groaning inwardly, Breanna glanced up to see Devon twirling the object of her search on his pointer finger. “Don't be a child, Devon. Give me my bra.”

 

“Or what?”

 

“Or what?! What are you? Twelve? Give me my bra!”

 

Devon made a tsking sound with his tongue and shook his head. “Uh uh uh, what's the magic word?”

 

“You are such an arrogant asshole, did you know that?”

 

“Nope. That is definitely not the magic word, you naughty girl. Try again,” he sang out mockingly as Breanna glowered at him and stomped her foot.

 

“Devon, I swear to God…”

 

Seeing that she was quickly losing her temper, and knowing that she'd never lower herself to begging for her bra, Devon sighed and sat up. “Alright Miss Crabby Pants; I'll give you your bra back under one condition.”

 

`Uh-oh…'

 

“What?”

 

“Tell me you didn't enjoy that. That it wasn't everything you knew it would be and more. That you've ever had an experience better than what we just shared. Tell me that truthfully, and I promise, I'll never bother you again.”

 

Shifting nervously from one foot to the other and fiddling with the ends of her tangled hair, Breanna evaded his intense stare as she found a very interesting spot on the carpet to focus her attention on. “I don't have to prove myself to you,” she murmured unconvincingly.

 

“No? Then why don't you just try telling the truth for once instead of always hiding beneath that prissy, good girl façade of yours.”

 

“Ha! Like you have room to talk!” she shot back angrily, “You're no better than I am, and you know it! Maybe I do hide, but so do you. I'll bet underneath that macho, egotistical player front you project to everyone, all you are is a scared little boy who wants his mommy.”

 

Moving too fast for her to escape his grasp, Breanna gasped in surprise as she found herself pinned under a warm, very male, very nude body in three seconds flat while Devon glared down at her menacingly.

 

“You know nothing,” he growled as he trapped her wrists above her head despite her wiggling and struggling to escape his stronghold.

 

“Oh? Struck a nerve, did I?” she bit out sarcastically as she bucked her hips in attempt to throw him off of her. Freezing in her frantic movements as she felt something hard poking into her thigh, Breanna gave Devon an incredulous look.

 

“This turns you on?! Are you kidding me?!”

 

“No, half wit, you writhing and squirming beneath me turns me on. I only wish that there was some way to turn your mouth off,” he ground out huskily as he threw a leg over hers in order to stop them from flailing about and kicking him.

 

“You're a sick freak, get off of me!”

 

“Not until you answer my question!”

 

Barely restrained temper shattering under the duress of stress combined with guilt and sexual frustration, Breanna snapped. “You want the truth? Fine, here's the truth. Yes, I did enjoy having sex with you. Honestly, no one has ever made me feel the way you do, and yes I want to do it again, but I can't. I have a life, Devon. A boyfriend. A family and friends. I can't afford to do anything that might hurt them or keep me from my responsibilities. Why can't you understand that?! Why can't you just leave me be?!”

 

Recovering from the shock of her sudden, angry outburst, Devon peered down at her in fascination. `Anger only makes her more beautiful,' he marveled as he found himself suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to kiss away the lines of irritation and unhappiness etched into her forehead and around her mouth.

 

“Are you happy?” he murmured distractedly as he brushed the pad of his thumb over her trembling lower lip.

 

“What?”

 

“Are you happy?” he repeated softly as he lowered his head to nip at the skin of her neck.

 

“I have no reason to be unhappy, do I? I have everything a girl could ever want. Doting parents, a sweet, caring boyfriend who loves me, wonderful friends-“

 

“That wasn't the question, Breanna,” he whispered into the shell of her ear, causing shivers to race up and down her spine, “I asked you if you're happy, not why you should be happy. Quit always telling people what you think they wanna hear, and tell the damn truth. Now, I'll ask you again, are you happy?”

 

“Yes,” she whispered, though she knew he could see right through her.

 

“You really shouldn't lie so often, dishonesty is bad for the soul.”

 

“How would you know? You have no soul,” she shot back viciously with a cruel smile.

 

“You're such a bitch.”

 

“I'm really not, actually. You just bring out the worst in me.”

 

“The worst, or the best?”

 

“That question doesn't even deserve a response.”

 

“Why? Because you're afraid of the answer?”

 

“I'm not afraid of you.”

 

“Then why are you running away?”

 

That made her pause. Why? Wasn't that obvious? Because he was dangerous and she was already balancing precariously on the line between safety and unknown territory. One misstep and she was going to fall, lose all her life lines, and undoubtly find herself sinking far beyond the familiarity of the life she'd known before Devon Pierce and his manipulative ways.

 

It had nothing to do with the fact that he made her doubt herself and the people around her. That he made her yearn for things that should never be talked about in polite company. And it especially wasn't because one time in his arms would never be able to satisfy the hunger he'd awakened within her…

 

That was ridiculous.

 

“Let me up, Devon,” she whispered. And surprisingly, he did. Pushing away from him, she located her clothes and silently got dressed. Just as she was about to walk out the door, she realized that her car was still at the school. `Son of a…'

 

“I need a ride. Please take me back to the school so I can get my car and go home.”

 

“Of course,” he replied as he strode over to her with a devilish smile quirking the corners of his mouth.

 

Averting her eyes from places they need not rest upon, Breanna blushed. “You might wanna cover up Jr. there. The police don't respond kindly to public nudity.”

 

Snickering, Devon leaned in close as Breanna backed away cautiously. “You might think that you can leave here, forget all about the events that took place in that bed, but you can't. And you won't. You'll be back. Now that you've had a taste of what you've been missing, you're never going to want to go back the dull, monotonous existence you lived before.”

 

“A little full of ourselves, aren't we?”

 

“But you like it when I fill you.”

 

“Augh! I hate you! Just take me to the school, Devon! And put some clothes on!”

 

“Yes, ma'am!” he replied as he saluted and pulled on some boxers. Amused despite herself, Breanna smothered a giggle at his out of character goofiness.

 

“Ya know, you're not half bad when you're not being an conceited, overconfident bastard,” she told him as he yanked on a pair of jeans and flashed a brilliant smile in her direction.

 

“Careful, Miss Denton, or you might start actually liking me.”

 

“Ha! That will never happen!” she declared adamantly.

 

“Never say never…” he murmured with a sly smile hidden from her view by the shirt being tugged over his head.

 

`You're breaking all the rules, letting her get too close…'

 

`I've got everything under control, chill.'

 

`Uh-huh… That's what I'm afraid of…'

 

 

 

 

 

*~~~~A/N~~~~*

 

 

 

Sorry for the tardiness of the chapter, I blame the short attention span of my retarded friends. I told them to leave me be for a half an hour so I could finish my chapter, but nooooo… They kept conveniently forgetting that I was busy and in need of quiet so this chapter took ten times longer than it should have. Compounded with the fact that morning after scenes are not really my forte… This chapter took FOREVER!!! lol So, anyway, I hope I did ok. Let me know. Thanks for reading and all that happy crap. Now I'm off to merrily strangle all of my idiot friends. Tchao for now.

 

P.S: I'm going to try my very, very hardest, but, I might not be able to get a chapter out to you tomorrow. Sorry. I promise to do my best though, ok? Thanks for the patience!

 

 

 

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