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I was so tense that my thighs were numb. Desperate to leave the office, I quickly twisted the doorknob, not caring if they heard. And did the only thing I should’ve done earlier?

I ran.

Chapter 23

The Prey

Ihad my first kiss when I was in high school; well, it was a kiss for me even if my lips barely touched his cheek.

And that’s what I believed a kiss should feel like. That’s the distance I ever walked towards a male species. I thought Yuri was a kind boy, with deep brown eyes and sharp features. He was half-Japanese and everything I liked in a boy.

But I never confessed.

I couldn’t. Not when I saw the blonde girl hanging off his arm. I believed the crush should have come to an end. But I couldn’t. It hurt me to see him with her, and when I didn’t see him; it hurt more.

My friend convinced me it was just one-sided until Yuri cornered me at the gym. I was so flustered and shy that I couldn’t say anything. And when he arrogantly proposed that I should confess to him, I refused. Not that I no longer liked him. No, it was the eeriness. The numbness inside me that halted me. Partly because I knew I was just a nerd wearing glasses, and he deserved someone like Christine, the blonde with him.

But I was so flustered to be close to him that I felt myself tumbling.

Today, I felt that once again.

The only difference. I neither liked the man nor wanted to be close to him.

He was having… sex. And… I saw him doing the deed. It would’ve been fine if it was just sex. But the brutal thrusts, the pained moans, the roughness with which he handled her, and… his sinful body. How could… a man look like this?

So dangerously handsome, and sinfully sinister.

The scene left me shocked, my breath catching in my throat. I remember the erratically pounding of my heart as I stood frozen, unable to tear my eyes away. My body trembled, a shiver running down my spine, as my mind struggled to process what I had just witnessed. A bitter blend of dread and an uncontrollable rush of adrenaline coursed through me, leaving me both stirred and horrified.

I barely recalled how I stumbled through the hallway. When I turned a corner, I collided with someone.

I looked up to see a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring down at me.

“Ms. Rosewood.” He nodded.

I couldn’t find my voice.

My legs felt like they would give out at any moment. All I could do was nod my head, trying to back away.

“I am not feeling well, I want to go back,” I stammered.

Before I could move back, his hand shot out, grabbing my arm. I looked at him, realising this was the first time he had touched me. And I didn’t like that.

“I’ll drive you,” he muttered, suddenly appearing larger than life.

I tried to pull my arm away, but his grip tightened, making me wince.

“No, I can manage,” I whispered, my voice trembling, my eyes darting around for an escape route.

Kyle’s gaze bore into me, unrelenting and icy. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I insist.”

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My legs wobbled, barely able to support my weight. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded reluctantly, unable to find the strength to defy him.

My breath hitched. Tears streamed down my face, and I felt a sob rise in my throat. The fear was paralyzingly nauseous. I didn’t know what he was capable of, but I knew I was in danger. And I realized I was trapped.

I nodded, and he let go of my arm. Pain shot through me as his grip released, leaving a deep, aching bruise. I hissed in pain, the sound echoing in the silent hallway.

Kyle’s eyes never left mine with the suspicious gleam in their depths. He stepped back, motioning for me to lead the way.