Chapter 14
ISABELLA
My head feels heavy as I open my eyes.
The room is dark but some light is shining through the window. I hold my head, as if that will make the pounding go away, but it doesn’t.
I sit up and look around my room, trying to remember what happened last night.
The last thing I remember was dancing with Becky for a little, arguing with Slade, him walking away, and then taking way too many shots.
I shouldn’t have gotten so many shots.
Slade was pissing me off and it felt right at the time.
I glance at my side table and see some pills and a glass of water. I take them without a second thought and gulp down the entire glass.
I grab my phone and read the texts I have from Becky.
They are all drunk texts, mostly making sure I got home safe and commenting on how Slade wouldn’t keep his eyes off me.
I seriously don’t remember anything after taking those shots but I’m sure everything will come back to me slowly.
I just hope I didn’t embarrass myself in front of Slade or anyone for that matter.
The smell of food fills my senses.
I slowly get out of bed and carefully leave my room without tripping over all my clothes on the floor.
My room is finally fully unpacked, now I just have random clothes laying around the floor for no reason but I’ve always been bad with doing laundry.
I open my bedroom door and hear the sound of food cooking in a pan. I walk out and see Slade’s back facing me. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants.
He glances at me before focusing back on the food he’s cooking. “Did you take the pills I left?”
“Yea,” I answer as I sit at the island and rest my head in my hands. “How embarrassing was I?”
“You couldn’t even walk. I had to basically carry you out,” he says, and then pauses, which makes me assume he’s done but then he says, “and then you threw up on the side of the road next to my bike.”
I groan. “No! I’m so sorry, Slade.”
“You took seven shots and basically blacked out.” He turns off the stove and starts putting together a burger and fries on a plate.
“You’re lucky I was there or you would have been showcased on the news for a missing girl alert.
” Slade places the plate in front of me.
“You should be more careful when drinking.”
“Why do you have to make everything into a lecture? You’ve never blacked out before?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Slade pauses and his gaze darkens as he thinks about it before turning around. “No.”
“Lies,” I say before putting a fry in my mouth. “I just turned twenty-one, let me enjoy the mistakes I make.”
He cleans up the area where he cooked. “If I let you enjoy them then you wouldn’t be here right now, would you?”
“Why are you even here right now? Shouldn’t you be somewhere else since you were here yesterday? You’re always leaving.”
Slade shakes his head slightly. “Shut up and finish eating your burger before I shove it down your throat.” My lips part, not believing he just spoke to me like that. He turns his head, and smiles teasingly. “Sorry, should I have added a please in there?”
“Why are you being such a dick all of a sudden?” I glare at him and push my plate away, not even in the mood to eat.
He’s making the pounding in my head worse.
“Because you acted stupid yesterday. You think I want to spend my night babysitting someone the same age as me?”
“You didn’t have to babysit me. I can take care of myself.”
“Sure thing, avtor.”
“And stop calling me that stupid pet name.”
“You’re just pissed because I won’t kiss you,” Slade says as he leans against the counter across from me. “Admit it.”
“You’re so full of yourself.” I shake my head lightly. “I can’t believe I thought you were a decent person.”
Slade chuckles darkly, almost like there is a meaning behind his laugh. “Trust me, Isabella, I’m the last person you should be calling decent.”
I roll my eyes and stand up from the chair. “Whatever. You can have the burger, I’m not hungry anymore.” I start walking away.
“Isabella,” he says but I keep going until he says, “Isabella,” again.
I turn around and raise an eyebrow at him. “What?”
He motions for me to approach. “Come here.”
I glance at his hand before looking back up at him.
His face is completely stoic so I can’t read him or what he plans to do when I get to him.
“Why?” I ask. “You feel bad all of a sudden?”
“Just for once, listen to me and come here.” I roll my eyes and walk over to him.
I lean against the counter in front of him and cross my arms, waiting for what he wants.
When we stand there for a good few seconds just staring at each other, I get annoyed and say, “God, Slade, if you aren’t going to tell-”
Slade shuts me up by grabbing my waist and pulling me into his body, his lips crashing down on mine. One of his hands is holding my face while the other grabs my waist, pressing my warm body against his.
Butterflies explode in my stomach from how Slade holds onto me as if I’m the only thing he needs.
He kisses me like he owns me and has been waiting to do this his entire life.
It is more animalistic rather than passionate and slow. He is punishing me with his mouth, nipping at my bottom lip, gripping my waist tightly and pulling me into him as if he can’t get enough.
I gasp, inhaling sharp intakes of air between each breathless kiss.
Slade turns us so that I’m pinned to the fridge. He grinds his hips into mine and moans as he kisses me, ravishing me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, as if we aren’t close enough.
My first kiss didn’t feel like this.
I’ve never had a connection with someone like I have with Slade.
“Fuck, what is it with you, avtor?” he says before moving his kisses down my neck, nipping at the skin before sucking it. “I was doing fine before you.” I moan in response and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on me.
“Slade,” I whimper when he slides his hand to my throat. He shuts me up by kissing me again, shoving his tongue in my mouth.
His tongue glides against mine smoothly making my knees feel weak and my core tighten, begging for a release.
He tugs my bottom lip, sucking on it before biting it and letting it plop back in place. Slade stares down at me with heat and need in his eyes.
He looks like he is trying to hold himself back from doing more damage to me, not that I would mind.
“That was for being a brat all night yesterday and thinking you could get away with it,” he says, tilting his head slightly, his eyes darkening, and his pupils growing. “Oh avtor, you have no fucking clue what you’ve landed yourself into.”