Turning red in the face, Julien snaps, “Are you just gonna let her talk to me like that? She’s being mean to me.”
“Don’t talk like that to my girlfriend,” the soldier warns and bile rises in my throat.
Freya puts her hands on her hips. “I suppose I could ask you nicely but I’m not sure I care enough.”
“So rude...,” Julien whines, shaking the soldier’s arm and he lets out a growl,
“Now you’re just asking for it...”
“Ah-ah,” I rasp, walking into the room. Freya’s eyes flare, her cheeks turning pink and she seems embarrassed about the whole situation. “I wouldn’t get on Freya’s bad side if I were you.” I menacingly walk closer and the two idiots harassing my woman tense. “If you got a problem with her, you got a problem with me.”
The soldier opens his mouth to speak but I’m not in the mood for benevolence. Truthfully, I’m pretty pissed off right now. Not only did I fuck Freya last night, knowing I’ll never be able to replicate the fine deed but on top of it, I come here to watch her dance and they have the audacity to disturb her.
They spoke to her as if she doesn’t have a man to back her up. But fuck, does she have a man. I shoot out with my hand, grabbing the soldier by the neck and slam him into the window. Glass shatters, cutting into his skin and his bimbo girlfriend begins screaming.
Ignoring the screams, I grab the soldier around his collar, dragging his body along the floor then stop before Freya, “You want me to kill him?”
The screams increase and Julien throws herself at Freya’s feet. “Please,” she pleads, looking up at her. “Tell him to stop, please, please...”
Freya looks down at her. “You’re begging me?” When Julien frantically nods, Freya shrugs. “Okay. Rammstein, you can let him go.”
My lips pull over my teeth because I’m not that sure I find the order appealing but whatever, if that’s her wish then so be it. I toss the soldier to his waiting girlfriend, growling,
“You ever mess with Freya again, I’ll beat the shit out of you. And the same goes for your little bitch.” They scurry, rising and I curse. “Now fuck off.”
Running away with their tails between their legs, they close the door and I turn to Freya who watches me with glitter in her eyes.
“That was, um...,” she trails off, letting out a soft laugh, “pretty convenient actually. Julien’s always been on my case and I’ve always wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.”
“She won’t bother you again. And if she does, you just let me know.”
Freya nods, twisting a strand of hair behind her ear before sitting down on the windowsill. “What are you doing here anyway?” She clears her throat. “I mean, not that I mind...,” turning pink in the face, she confesses, “I’ve been thinking about you all night.”
I want to know what she was thinking down to every last detail. But asking her to tell me, would be downright cruel. She needs to know there can’t be anything between us and agony burns in my veins.
“Yeah, about last night,” I begin and Freya’s breaths turn excited, “what happened can’t ever happen again. It was a one time thing and I’m not looking for anything serious.”
The excited breaths come to a stop. Turning white in the face, she stares at me with horror in her eyes that quickly turns to shame. “I don’t understand...I thought...,” her voice lowers from devastation. “Was I that bad?” she whispers.
Inwardly I wince, wanting to press my crotch against her soft thigh to let her know how much I want her. And she was the opposite of bad. She was everything I had ever dreamed of.
“You’re inexperienced,” I rasp as agony burns in me. “We’re not a good match and I don’t want you to get your hopes up.”
Her shoulders begin trembling. She looks down before she looks at me again with pain in her eyes. “My hopes up?” The expression in her eyes turns into anger. “Then why did you make it feel so special if you didn’t want me to get my hopes up?!”
Clumsily rising, she rushes past me and it takes everything I have to not stop her. She runs into the hallway and I squeeze my eyes when I hear her bursting into tears. I flinch when she thunders back again, tears streaking down her cheeks.
“You know what, Ram?” she sobs, pointing at her chest. “I’ve never really felt at home in my own body. Always thought I was too much or not enough but then I merged with you and I though...I thought that maybe my home isn’t my own body. I thought that maybe it’s another person.” She slowly shakes her head, looking at me as if just twisted her insides. “I’m such a fool!”
Fuck.
She’s taking this harder than I expected.
Because she wanted to give and she did give. And all I did was take.
CHAPTER THREE
Freya-Three months later