You know, those moments when you go into your new friend's house and walk and sit awkwardly with that awkward grin, unsure of what to do next? I, for one, was in the same situation.

I took an uncomfortable step inside. I was at a loss for what to do.

I was standing in front of what appeared to be a living room, where that moron was eating popcorn and staring at the television as if he hadn't perceived my approach.

I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes.

There was no answer.

I cleared my throat once more, this time loudly.

There was still no answer.

He turned towards me with a wicked grin just as I was about to shout his name.

"Did you need anything, honey?" he innocently inquired.

"Actually, honey, I did," I said flatly, not disguising my annoyance at his endearment.

"And what would it be?" he wondered, licking his fingers.

I looked around, clearing my throat once again.

"Which is my room?" I inquired.

"And why would I tell you?" he responded, his brow furrowed. Was this man absolutely crazy? I hadn't even been around a half hour and he was already getting on my nerves.

"Are you sure you're serious? Could you just quit acting like a child for five minutes and just help me out a little?" I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest.

"Now, where would all the fun be then?" he smirked.

This guy was really putting my patience to the test, and I'm sure he knows it.

''Argh! "What do you want?" I demanded angrily.

"First and foremost, I'd like you to confess that you haven't seen better-ripped abs than mine," he muttered as he stared at the TV.

Is he for real?

"Are you serious?" I questioned, perplexed.

''Yeap, I know I look celestial and it's hard to believe I'm a human, but honey, I'm a human '' He responded innocently, well grasping the inverse connotation of my annoyance.

"Oh my gosh, you're so self-centered!" I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"That I am, but I assume you are expected to say something to me?" he smirked.

"I'm not going to say that." I huffed, my nostrils flaring.

If he was adamant, then he had never met the ultimate stubborn queen.

''Suit yourself''' He shrugged, and went back to watching the television.

I glared at the infuriating person one last time and made my way towards a random room. There were two doors in a row and another door was on the opposite side of the two others. I entered the first door, which was unmistakably my eldest brother's room. The room was certainly clean, however, the faint scent of his cologne lingered, and the walls were filled with posters of various football and basketball teams.

I sighed, staring at the walls, while his study table was strewn with books.

I strolled over to his table and began organizing the books that were scattered around. A photo frame of him and I sat on the edge of his table. The picture was rather aged. I was five years old when he was seven. We were both giggling innocently when the perfect shot was snapped.I don't recall anything about that day. But, without hesitation, I can declare that those are the days I wish I could relive.

When only angels surrounded us restraining the devils.

"Now, this lovely little monster can't be the hideous monster standing in front of me, can she?" remarked a voice behind me, clearly amused.

I turned around and came in with the view of the owner of the voice.

"Unfortunately, that would be me," I responded, turning back and setting the photo frame in its position.

"Of course," he said, scrunching his nose, and I rolled my eyes.

"So, did you discover your room?" He inquired sincerely, which surprised me, but I immediately covered it.

"No," I murmured as I looked around the room.

I can remain in Jake's room if this man doesn't tell me where my room is. It's not that bad.

"Come on, let me show you," he said, breaking the conversation I was having with myself.

I gazed with terror at his receding form. Does he have bipolar disorder or something?

"Are you bipolar?" I questioned. He smirked as he turned around.

''Nope. But this nice side only lasts for 5 minutes, so if you want to know which room is yours-" I interrupted him short.

"Let's go," I say. As I rushed out of Jake's room with my luggage, I heard him lightly chuckle behind me.

He opened the door next to Jake's room, indicating that the other room was his.

"This is your room," he said as he entered.

I entered the room as well, and clearly, it was the most simple room in the apartment but still felt very cozy. There were no decorations on the wall, so I had to add colors to this room and buy some decorations. The living room appeared to be quite dull to me as well; I may as well add some décor to the living room.

"Penny for your thoughts," Sebastian asked as he stood alongside me.

"Nothing," I said as I began unpacking my luggage.

"I'll leave you alone, then," he said.

"Sure," I said without turning away. The cloth I was clutching slid from my grasp.

Muttering a curse I bent to pick to pick it up. I heard a loud cough behind me. I straightened my back, and with my brows furrowed I turned to face him.

"Is there something wrong?" I inquired.

"Nope," he said as he exited the room.

''Weird'' I mumbled, shrugging my shoulders, and resumed unloading my belongings.

After emptying my bag and reorganizing my closet, I decided to take a shower.

Long, cold showers have always been one of my favorite distractions. I stepped out of the shower, scrubbing away all the filth and weariness, and donned my bra and panty inside the wrapped towel.

I exited the bathroom while rubbing my hair with my tiny baby pink towel. I plugged in the blow dryer and stood in front of the mirror, humming a song.

When I glanced in the mirror, I was greeted by a mysterious pair of ocean blue eyes and yelled.

"What are you up to?" I questioned, perplexed, as I tugged my towel closer to my body.

He grinned as he leaned against the doorframe.

"It's not my fault you left the door unlocked," he said, lifting his hands in surrender.

"Why did you need me?" I questioned, irritably.

"I was going to ask you what you wanted for supper, but then I saw this scenario." He shrugged and looked at me intently. His enigmatic blue eyes darkened, as he hungrily scanned my almost naked body making me squirm in my place.

I gulped and averted my gaze. The temperature of the room suddenly appeared to rise, making me tense and anxious.

He moved slowly and steadily towards me, much like a predator might while pursuing its victim.

Just as he stood behind me, my gaze was drawn to his via the mirror.

He bends down and presses his lips on my ears.

"The scene in which you look ravishingly gorgeous, the one in which you appear to get me mad, the scene in which I want to play with your pussy." he murmured and huskily growled in the end.

My heart began to race, and my core burned with an intense need that I had never felt before.He tenderly licked behind my ears and kissed my neck, causing me to arch my back in pleasure; he licked and it in an evil manner, causing me to make an inexplicable moan from my throat, which I never made.

He snarled and spun me around, gazing into my dull brown eyes.

What exactly are we doing? This is not what we are meant to do. We were playing a risky game, his game. I'm not going to be another pawn in his game.

His eyes darkened as he stared at my neck; I drew my brows closer and glanced at it as well. When I saw the filthy markings he left on my neck, my cheeks became crimson. I gave him a scowl, and he returned it with a smirk.

"What did you do?" I demanded angrily. Though I had no idea what about it was bothering me.

"Please, women love it when I do that," he said, shrugging.

Of course, he'd done it before with other women, and I was simply another victim of his game. Anger surged through my veins, and I felt disgustingly exploited.

"I need to change, can you leave?" I said, glaring at him.

Something crossed his face, but he disguised it with a bland expression and nodded.

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again," he said quietly as he exited the room.

After closing the door, I groaned and sat on the bed.