Why Are You So Angry?
I walk through the whole house, catching his shadow as he walks too fast for me.
I follow him out through the front door, but the front lawn is empty and my chest deflates when I exhale in defeat. I tuck my hair behind my ear, deciding to got back inside and
find Aiden.
“You got him wrapped around your little finger don’t you?”
I turn, my heart rate spiking when I see Zaid sitting on the porch swing with a cigarette between his lips. I look around, noticing that we’re alone and I walk toward him, rubbing my arms as I do.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Aiden, Alina. I’m talking about Aiden,” He whispers, releasing a stream of smoke from his nostrils. It come out slow, billowing around his face before disappearing into the air. D
I shake my head.
He scowls at me. “Aiden’s girlfriend had you beat, I saved you, and for some reason you’re looking at him like he’s the most perfect person to ever exist.”
His words sting and I stutter. “That’s not…”
He scoffs, taking another puff from his cigarette.
It makes me angry, and I step toward him. “You left me.”
Those eyes focus on me.
“You left me there, Zaid. You might see yourself as the hero in this story, but you’re not.”
He looks away, releasing another stream of air.
“What do you even have against Aiden?”
“Nothing.”
“It doesn’t seem like nothing-”
Why Are You So Angry?
“Everyone fucking looks up to him. But they don’t know him like I do. He’s a fucking coward. Egotistical bitch. And you go running after him every chance you get.”
That’s not even remotely true, considering the fact that I followed him here and not Aiden. “Why do you care? I don’t even know why that makes you so angry.”
Nikki’s words echo in my head and I want to push him, to see what he admits.
His nostrils flare and he throws the cigarette on the floor, stomping on it with the heel of his shoe as he stands.
I freeze in my spot, my mouth parting to protest as he walks toward me. I expect him to stop when he’s an arm length away, but he doesn’t. He walks right up to me until his chest bumps into mine.
“Zaid.”
He exhales, the scent of smoke and alcohol fanning over me. I don’t curl away in disgust, because I’m too focused on his eyes. The darkness in them draws me in. Even as my body shudders in warning, I lean closer, something about him telling me there’s more than
meets the eye.
“You want to know why I’m angry?”
I nod, stiffly, the only movement I can manage.
He wraps his hand around my neck, bringing me to him as he presses his lips to mine. I gasp in shock, in desperation to get air.
He takes advantage.
He devours me.
My hands claw at his arm, his fingers digging into my neck.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, our teeth clash, and I can’t breathe. He presses into me, my stomach coiling when I feel his erection on my stomach. He doesn’t relent, kissing me hard.
He’s drunk and his body uses mine for support. He’s so fucking heavy, I stumble back.
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Why Are You So Angry?
I try to push him away, but he keeps his body plastered to mine. His other hand move all around my body, gripping my hips then my waist. I push away at his chest again, but he presses closer to me.
My back hits the wall, drawing me out enough for me to pull my thoughts together and I slap my hand across his cheek.
It does nothing to affect him, his hand lowering now to the zipper on my shorts. I move faster and slap him harder.
That time, it forces his lips away from mine and I’m left panting for air.
He leaves me caged between him and the wall, his jaw clenching as he blinks as if not believing that I just hit him.
“What the fuck, Zaid?” My lips burn from his kiss, they feel raw and they pulse all the
same time.
He snaps his eyes to mine and I tense, the anger simmering off of them. For the first time, I wonder what he’s capable of and what I got myself into him by following him.
He doesn’t try to kiss me again, no, instead he lays his palms on the wall behind me and thrusts his hips into mine, his erection harder than before.
“This is why I’m so fucking angry.”
I exhale, my body reaction with a myriad of heat and stomach turning want.
“I want you so fucking bad.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
He leans down, running his lips down the column of my neck and I moan softly throwing my head back to give him better access. I can’t help it, it feels so good, reminding me of Jake’s attention.
Aiden is thrown to the back of my head and all I can focus on is how my body reacts to him.
“I want you so fucking bad, love.”
Why Are You So Angry?
He grinds his hips into me again and I gasp, pushing him away with my hand on his stomach. “Zaid, I-”
“Save it,” He whispers against my neck. “I don’t need you to explain to me how Aiden’s
the better choice.”
“I don’t,” I start but then shut up. If I tell him I haven’t made a choice with Aiden yet, that I only agreed to one date, he might think there’s hope for him. I don’t want to give him that. He feels so good against me, but he’s a fire. Burning and impossible to
extinguish.
He runs his teeth down my neck, biting me softly at the base where my collarbone starts. “Don’t come crying to me when he breaks your heart.”
He presses a kiss to my skin and then turns away, walking off the porch and through the front lawn without a look back at me, leaving me just how he did in the diner.
