CHAPTER 104: HIS TORMENT I

Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR

**OLIVER WEST**

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and wanted to cry. My brown hair looked like I’d been in a hurricane from running my fingers through it.

Dark circles sat under my eyes like bruises, making me look like I’d been punched by an insomniac raccoon.

I stared at the movie tickets in my hands, but instead of excitement, I felt traumatized.

The last three days had been absolute hell, and it was all because of one ridiculously attractive psychopath who thought terrorizing me was a fun hobby.

I leaned closer to the mirror and nearly had a heart attack.

REALLY?!!

Was that an actual hair sprouting from my chin?

The stress was literally making me age faster!

"KIERANNNNNN!" I slammed my palm against the bathroom counter.

This was all his fault. Everything that had led to my current state of looking like a disaster could be traced back to one person and his stupid countdown.

It started three days ago...

I’d been brushing my teeth the morning after that forbidden night, just trying to get ready for another day of surviving school, when suddenly his reflection appeared in the mirror behind me, like some beautiful demon sent to torture me.

"Thirteen days, Ollie," he’d said, meeting my gaze through our reflection, "You better start stretching." He added wearing that evil smirk.

The toothbrush slipped from my mouth as I whirled around, toothpaste foam still on my lips. "What do you mean by stretching?!" I shrieked even though I had an idea of what he meant, I just didn’t want to understand him.

My thighs clenched together defensively when Kieran approached, his hands found my waist, pulling me against him. "I mean," He’d whispered, his breath tickling my neck, "You’re going to need to be... flexible."

The blood stopped circulating to my brain instantly and the toothbrush cup had slipped from my suddenly numb fingers, crashing to the floor.

Water splashed everywhere, including all over the clean school clothes I’d carefully laid out on the counter.

"Kieran, stop talking nonsense!" I’d squeaked, but he’d already pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

"I can’t wait to have you, Ollie," Kieran had murmured against my skin and I’d bolted from that bathroom like my life depended on it.

I banged my head against my fist meeting my dead reflection in the mirror, what had even possessed me to agree to that stupid arrangement? Well, technically I hadn’t agreed to anything. Kieran had just announced it like he was declaring the weather forecast: "Sunny today, chance of rain tomorrow, Oliver’s losing his virginity on our birthday."

How could he be the judge, the jury and the executioner all at once?

That had only been the beginning, the next day had been even worse.

I’d been getting dressed in his room when Kieran had casually strolled in from the bathroom, picking up my scattered clothes and folding them like the world’s most helpful yet terrifying roommate.

He’d held up my underwear, stretching the waistband with way too much interest.

"Twelve days," He’d said, holding my gaze with unhidden meaning. "These won’t survive what’s coming. Should I buy protection, or are you ready to take it bar–"

"KIERAN!" I’d screamed, lunging for my innocent underwear.

If I died from a heart attack before my birthday, Kieran should be held responsible!!

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I moaned in dismay when Kieran reached for another underwear, slowly lifting it to his face.

My face had caught fire. "PUT THOSE DOWN!"

How could he do something this nasty, but then again, he was Kieran. He always did nasty things, I didn’t even want to think about it right now!

I marched to the bed to gather all my laundered underwear, henceforth I would have to hide them from him!

Who knew how many perversions he had!

"You still didn’t reply to my question Ollie, Condoms or..."

"NONE! ABSOLUTE NONE!"

As I’d fled the room, clutching my underwear to my chest like armor, his voice had followed me down the hallway:

"Don’t forget to do your research, Ollie. Pornhub has very educational videos!"

I’d nearly tripped over my own feet.

"BASTARD!!" I yelled back at him.

This morning’s breakfast had been the absolute final straw.

The dining room looked like something from a magazine. And I realized yet again how rich his parents were.

Everything was gleaming mahogany and crystal, with fresh white orchids in expensive vases. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows.

I’d watched with my mouth nearly agape as the household staff moved around us like silent ghosts, refilling coffee and clearing plates.

Kieran’s mom had been across the room, talking on her phone about weekend charity events while I’d tried to focus on my breakfast and pretend everything was normal.

But how long could I pretend when nothing in my life was normal, especially after that forbidden blowjob?

I TOLD YOU NOT TO THINK ABOUT IT!! I warned my mind, but it was too late, the memories were too vivid. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

That’s when Kieran had decided to launch his morning torture session.

It started innocently, just his foot brushing against my ankle under the table. I’d shifted away, but his foot had followed, sliding up my calf, and then, slowly up my thigh.

I’d shot him a warning look across the table. Kieran responded by taking a bite of his toast with the most innocent expression in the world.

Then my phone had buzzed.

I’d glanced down at the screen and nearly choked on my papaya.

"Eleven days until I get to taste every inch of you. Hope you’re ready to be completely devoured."

Another text vibrated through: That banana you’re eating is good practice.

My hands had started shaking. I switched my phone off so fast. My mind screamed to launch the electronic at his face, but this probably meant that I would be phoneless for some time.

And phoneless equalled more dependency on Kieran.

I swallowed back the urge and looked up to find Kieran watching me with those grey eyes that seemed to see straight through to my soul.

He’d raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Fine. Two could play this game!!!

I’d stabbed my papaya with unnecessary violence, chewing with exaggerated aggression while maintaining eye contact. The message was clear, or at least I hoped so.

Keep this up and I’ll chew you up like this fruit, you maniac!!!

Kieran’s lips had twitched with amusement. Then he’d "accidentally" dropped his napkin.

And of course, he’d had to retrieve it.

His hand had brushed against my thigh as he’d "searched" for the napkin.

I flinched when his fingers trailed my skin, and then, he grabbed me. RIGHT THERE!

I’d jumped like I’d been electrocuted, my elbow knocking into my orange juice glass.

I’d jumped like I’d been electrocuted, my elbow smacking into my orange juice glass.

Shit!

The juice had gone everywhere, across the pristine white tablecloth, dripping onto the Persian rug that probably cost more than my house.

"Oh no!" Two maids had appeared instantly with cleaning supplies, asking if I was alright, while I’d sat there feeling awful about creating more work for them.

"I’m so sorry," I’d mumbled, trying to help clean up.

"Ollie, are you alright?" Kieran walked over to me. His hand movements as he’d dabbed at my pants had been way too suggestive.

"I didn’t even spill anything on myself! It’s also your fault, can you please stop tormenting me?" I pushed him away and grabbed my bag and practically ran from the room.

At this rate, maybe I should just have sex even before my birthday, if it meant he would stop tormenting me!!!