But with Chaos, I have a feeling it will be an entirely different experience than anything I ever prepared my mind and body for. The way he spoke to me today made me feel wanted in an instant, a sensation I have never experienced physically from a guy before.
Yet, despite all the sweet butterflies, I am not stupid. I know this could just be about sex for him. I feel as if I need to protect myself, to shield my fragile heart from potential hurt. Like I am building a metal barrier around it, bracing for the possibility that he won't call me back the next day. In a nutshell, I'm preparing myself for the worst, guarding myself from lingering disappointment.
My life feels like it is spinning out of control right now and moving at a pace I cannot keep up with. Everything is changing so rapidly; it is becoming a blur. One minute, I am living with my Nana, feeling friendless and lonely, and the next, I have two unexpected people in my life: Lucy who genuinely likes and includes me, and a guy like Chaos, who is suddenly interested inme. It makes the introvert in me want to hide under a fucking rock.
On that note, I have been worried about Chaos's safety with my stalkers lurking around, but I am hopeful that they have been spooked either because of who he is or simply because they haven't found out yet. I cannot spend my entire life living in fear or constantly wondering when they will reveal themselves.
As for the incident with the figure chasing me with a knife in Chaos’s home, I have concluded that I must have been hallucinating due to my fear of the dark. There is no way one of my stalkers could have been in his house with a knife, especially considering the mansion is riddled with security cameras.
As I step back, my gaze drifts down myself. I have decided to wear my long hair down tonight, styled in loose waves. I've paired it with a white crop top and light blue, high-waist jeans, keeping things simple yet cute. Grabbing my phone from the counter, I check the time and realize it’s almost seven p.m., and without hesitation, I request an Uber to pick me up.
On the way there, I try to relax as much as possible and hope he is there because I have not even texted him to say I am coming. I open the car door and take a slow step out as soon as we arrive and while closing the door behind me, I gaze up at the huge mansion, taking a deep breath before approaching the front door, and press my finger on the doorbell as soon as it is within reach.
I wait for a couple of seconds until the door swings wide, and it is opened by Reign. He does not seem surprised to see me again, so I am guessing Chaos notified him I was coming. His wicked eyessweep down my body, his face expressionless, before he carefully steps back to allow me in.
As I stride into the large foyer and hear the door click shut behind me, I spin in my sneakers to meet Reign's gaze. We lock our eyes, a silent exchange charged with unspoken tension. There's something about him that I can't quite put my finger on—a sense of restraint, a quiet intensity that sets him apart from those around him. His demeanor is composed, his focus unshakeable, and there's an undeniable vibe of pure masculinity and power that surrounds him.
Yet, there's also a darkness lingering beneath the surface, similar to what I've sensed in Cody and Chaos, although in a different form. It's an enigma that leaves me questioning my feelings towards him, despite his undeniable attractiveness—handsome, older, with a magnetic allure that's very difficult to ignore. As the silence between us grows increasingly awkward for me, I decide to speak up to break the tension.
“So, is he here?”
He shakes his head once before raising his chin.
“It's just me and you.”
I stiffen my shoulders, glancing aside because of how he said that in a very challenging manner before I respond.
“He said he would be here.”
When I peek at him, he raises an eyebrow, placing his tatted hands in his gray sweatpants’ pockets, and shrugs his broad shoulders.
“You're early.”
I pucker my lips, breaking eye contact once more, feeling even more uncomfortable until he continues.
“You're eager.”
In an instant, my eyes flash to his and I tilt my head to the side, my brows pinched.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Just as he is about to respond, the front door suddenly swings open, and Chaos enters. He pauses with his hand on the handle, his eyes shifting between me and Reign, before he enters fully and kicks the door behind him with his white sneakers.
As he approaches me, his dark eyes are zoned in on mine, and when he is close enough, pausing directly in front of me, he lifts my chin with his finger beneath it, tilting my head back, and then dips his head before striking me a kiss on the lips that almost knocks the wind out of me, but he doesn't stop there. He inserts his tongue between my lips, consuming me in an instant which triggers arousal to sweep over me and straight down between my thighs.
Without breaking the kiss, he slips his big palms over the back of my thighs and effortlessly lifts me around him. While I circle his waist with my legs, he lets out a growl in my throat. When I rake my fingers through the back of his brown hair, tilting my head to the side and kissing him back just as forcefully, I open my heavy eyes to find Reign still standing there watching us from afar, but I continue sucking on Chaos’s tongue with his dark eyes glued on mine.
As soon as Chaos squeezes my ass cheeks, bruisingly, I squeal against his lips before breaking away, pulling my eyes fromReign to look into his. We both glance at each other's swollen lips, and I pant ever so slightly as he shouts to Reign.
“Order some pizza, brother.”
Reign speaks coldly in return.
“Fuck off.”
Chaos glances back at him over his shoulder, and we both watch as Reign walks away. When he is completely out of sight, Chaos returns his eyes to mine with a small smirk on his lips.
“Moody fucking asshole.”
