His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 25

"Can I help you?" I scoffed, knowing damn well that Vincent was still standing there.

"My wolf just wanted to be near you," he explained. He walked over and for a brief second, I feared that he'd jump in the shower with me. However instead he sat down on the toilet lid, just remaining silent. Could he seriously get enjoyment out of just being in the same room with me?

What a freak.

I washed the shampoo out of my hair and went to wash my body.

Vincent cleared his throat, getting my attention.

"What?" I snapped.

"I just want to say," he began, "that what you said earlier in the room really hurt me."

"You mean when I told you that I hate you?" I smiled.

Vincent growled. "Anyway, I want to tell you that even if you don't like me, I still love you." Then he stood up and walked over to the door. He opened and stood in the doorway, pausing for a bit. He then turned back to face me. "And no matter what, I always will." Then he left and closed the door.

I rolled my eyes and rinsed the body wash off me. I turned off the shower and opened the glass door to get the one towel that was in the bathroom. Once I was all dried off, I wrapped the towel around me and walked out of the bathroom to go get changed in the bedroom.

When I got in there, I saw Vincent was there as well, sitting on the bed with a smirk on his face.

Whatever. I don't have time for him. I walked over to the corner where my boxes of clothes were, only to find that the corner was bare. I cocked my eyebrow and looked over at Vincent in confusion. "Where's my clothes?" I asked.

Vincent, still with a smirk on his face, pointed over to the bed. There was a pair of my underwear and one of his shirts. "You're wearing that," he said.

Vincent growled and grabbed my arm, yanking me to him. He then swung me over his shoulders, carrying me downstairs and into the kitchen like I was a sack of potatoes…or something lighter because he walked as if he weren't even carrying something. When we made it to the kitchen, I was set back onto my feet.

Vincent still kept his arm around me as he moved around the kitchen, searching through the cabinets for something to eat. Eventually he settled on ramen, which was pretty much the only food in his kitchen. He grabbed about five packets and a pot from one of the lower cabinets. He put all the stuff together, still with an arm keeping me securely at his side. There was a small table in the middle of the room, which he led me to. He pulled out a chair and sat in it, yanking me onto his lap. When I was forced on his, both of his arms acted as restraints, keeping me trapped to him.

It was super uncomfortable. His legs are all hard from their packed on muscle. Plus his arms are hard as well, not keeping me secure or anything. Whoever said that biceps were attractive didn't keep into account how hard they felt when they were being squeezed into you. He even rested his head on my shoulders, his chin digging into my body.

"Mine," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. I need to leave this place as soon as possible. I hate it here! I hate this house! I hate Vincent! I hate sitting in his stupid grasp! I hate this whole situation!

We sat there for a while in silence. Vincent would just nuzzle me, growling in delight. I thought that was a little weird.