Chapter 39
Chapter 39
~LANA~
As I gradually opened my eyes, a sharp ache throbbed in my head. The events of the previous night were a blur. Stretching my arms overhead, I let out a mighty yawn.
Suddenly, I gasped when I felt something stir beneath me. It took a moment for the reality to dawn on me: I wasn’t in my own bed. Instead, I was lying on top of someone else.
I push backwards and my back collides with the steering wheel. Wincing in pain, I glance around and realize I’m in the driver’s seat of a car.
My breath catches in my throat as I recognize the person sitting in front of me–my step–brother.
What on earth is happening? How did I end up in a vehicle with him? And why was I on top of him? There were so many other available seats in the vehicle, how did I even end up here?
Panic begins to settle in as I try to remember the events of last night that brought me here.
How long have I even been sleeping on top of him? My eyes widen when I feel something stir beneath me for a second time–pulsing and hot. I can feel my cheeks turn red as I realize what it is.
Apollo is asleep and clearly couldn’t control what was happening… But still. I should move away but yet I enjoyed being this close to him more than I wanted to admit.
I inwardly groan? Since when have I had such a dirty mind and why did I want this so much? I knew my mate wanted nothing to do with me but yet here ! was being an embarrassment!
I push down a little on his lap and gasp when I feel his arousal pushing up against me even more than before.
“Stop fucking moving.” Apollo growls.
I gasp, fully unaware that he had been awake the entire time. I feel my cheeks burn as the realization hits me.
“I–I,” I can’t find the correct words out of my mouth. “What am I doing here with you? How did I end up in your car?”
He slowly opens his eyes to look at me, and I can’t help but gasp at how beautiful his eyes are this morning. It’s as if I’m staring at the moon on one of its brightest nights.
I’m sure I’ve said this in my head a hundred times. I love his eyes. I’ve never seen anyone else with eyes like this.
I’m taken aback by the seriousness on his face as he asks, “You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?”
I frown. “I wouldn’t be asking if I did, would I?”
He nods and stretches his muscular arms, and I try not to stare, but I can’t help but admire how great he looks.
I’m acutely aware that I’m still sitting on his lap, feeling something I’ve never experienced with any other man before. Oddly enough, I don’t feel like moving.
He scratches his chin. “You showed up at the hotel I was staying at… completely wasted.”
My mouth drops open in disbelief. That can’t be right. I would never do something like that. But I do recall heading to a club I knew he frequented, hoping to find him there, even though his father had told me he was at a hotel. After not seeing him, I felt crushed, and I ended up drinking way too much. The rest of the night is a blur.
Did I really go to his hotel? I can’t bring myself to believe I would act so recklessly.
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“Are you being serious?” I press him.
He shrugs. “I told you what happened. It’s up to you whether you want to buy it or not.”
Even if I did show up at the hotel looking for him, why on earth would I wake up still in his car, snuggled up against him? That part just doesn’t add up. 1 can’t shake the feeling that Apollo is messing with me like he often does.
“Okay, assuming you’re telling the truth about me showing up at the hotel,” I say, trying to make sense of it all for just a moment, “how did I end up in your car and asleep on top of you?”
A smirk forms on his dirty mouth, “are you sure that you want to know the answer to that question?”
There was something about the look on his face that made me doubt myself. Did I truly want to know what took place last night? Should I simply leave it alone?
No.
I had to know. If I chose to ignore it, I was sure that I would spend weeks wondering what really took place. This was important.
“I-,” I pause to lick my lips nervously. “I want to know the truth.”
He nods and looks me straight in the eyes as he says in an uncaring tone, “after you called me on the phone and I realized that you were standing outside the hotel. I told you to wait there and that I would take you home. You waited. I came for you. Then took you to my car.”
Okay, that didn’t sound so bad but still didn’t explain why I’m on top of him right now.
“Your story is still missing a few points from last night,” I tell him.
He grips my waist lightly and I try not to show him how much his touch affected me. Still, a part of me wanted to moan and maybe lean down and leave kisses on his chest.
Ugh.
I seriously needed help to be thinking like this.
“Are you referring to the fact that you are on top of me right now?” he asks teasingly.
I nod, trying my best to stay calm under these conditions.
“I was in the process of dropping you back home when you climbed onto my lap.” He explains.
I roll my eyes. “Come on be serious for a minute.” I snap. “I would not do something like that.”
He seems amused by my statement.
“You don’t believe me but yet here you are on top of me?” he asks me with a knowing smile.
Why was this so funny for him? I was losing my mind at the possibility of this being true.
“You are simply saying this to mess with me.” I point out. “You can’t be serious about those words.”
He sighs, “I don’t know what you want me to say, Lana.”
“Tell me that you are lying!” I snap.
He chuckles, “Okay.“He agrees. “I’m lying. You didn’t climb on top of me last night and ask me to hold you for the rest of the night. That was all just my imagination. And this right now, is just a dream. Eventually, you will wake up and realize that none of this is real.”
I narrow my eyes at him. I couldn’t believe he was making a joke out of this.
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Chapter 39
There was no possible way that I would ever willingly climb onto Apollo’s lap and-
I cover my mouth with my hand as my memory slowly starts to return from last night. My heart skips a beat. All of the pieces were slowly being put together in my mind.
Apollo was not joking around. He was telling the truth.
I could feel all the blood being drained from my face.
What the hell was wrong with me?
