Chapter 13: interruption
When salem finally arrived home the first thing she did was jump in the bath. salts, flower petals, face masks and hot water always helped bad days like these.
Soaking in the steaming water her eyes were covered by a wet rag leaving her blind to the man standing in the doorway.
Andrew had been lucky.
Upset by the earlier event salem forgot to lock her front door behind her. watching her bathe unaware he felt a strange emotion rise in his chest.
Salem's bare body, glistening wet skin, and the way her breasts peaked out above the soapy water was too enticing.
Andrew felt like a beast was going wild inside him but he had to stay calm! if he didnt she would surely hate him. stepping back he was about to turn to leave when the floorboard creaked loudly.
Rising fast salem removed the cloth to find Andrew staring at her guiltily in the bathroom doorway.
Almost instantly Salem could literally feel the anger inside her pumping it's way through her body.
Without thinking she tore the towel hanging from the nearby wall, wrapped it around her naked body, and began throwing anything and everything she could find at him with one hand.
"get out! get out now! it's all your fault! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
her pent up emotions exploded and she couldnt restrain the cruel words pouring from her mouth. bottles of shampoo and soaps missed their target and busted out onto the floor as andrew stood motionless.
she hated him... she really hated him.
Andrew had personally watched the life leave many enemy's eyes but he never felt pain from it. yet this fragile girls words were like a knife in his heart! over and over her words echoed in his mind and stabbed into him.
reasoning snapped away, andrew strode over, yanked her up, and dragged her from the bathroom. after flinging her to the bed he watched her blanche in fear quelling his rage just a bit.
Salem was afraid he would force himself on her so she closed her eyes and hid beneath the blankets like a frightened child but to her suprise he never climbed onto the bed himself. instead Andrew opened her closet and began packing her bags. ripping random clothes off the hanger he shoved them into salems old suitcase and ignored her questioning gaze.
Relieved he wasnt planning to harm her, salem took advantage of his business and began to dress. slipping on a flower print underwear set and a dark purple dress she looked lovely yet wild.
she didnt have the same aristocratic elegance Alanna had. Salem was more like a cat. mysterious yet graceful. she wasnt anything like the other women he knew and andrew wasnt about to let her go...
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