Chapter 123: If I Could Just Hate Him
(ARLO)
As I walk away, I fight the sudden urge to stomp my feet with frustration because I know it is childish. If I really want to know what plans Sasha has for me, I have to just obey Miles and do what he wants. I grit my teeth and head to the bathroom. It is a large bathroom with travertine tile and gold fixtures. There’s a huge bathtub by the wall and a walk in the shower with the same tile.
I get out of my wet clothes and notice a stack of clean clothes hanging on the long sink counter. I glance at the mirror over the sink catch a glimpse of myself and wince. The bruising on my legs, arms and chest stands out because my skin is very pale. So does the bit mark, stark against my skin.
It’s sure been a rough few days and my body is showing the evidence of my adventures.
The shower feels heavenly. Once I’m in the middle of the bathtub, I actually feel grateful that Miles forced me to take the shower. The water is plentiful and hot. The heat seeps into my chilled body and I begin to feel normal again. I rub cedarwood and ginger shampoo all over my hair and body. The scent reminds me of Miles and the way my pulse picks annoys me.
If I could just hate Miles, life would have been much simpler. But memories of him fucking me in the woods are stuck with m and they make my knees feel weak. He was so demanding and it felt so freaking good. I lean my head on the tiles that line the wall of the shower and let out an embarrassed laugh. I had been so turned on, and he took me just like I’ve always wanted to be taken in my fantasies.
Something about him just makes me lose my cool. Hell, I lose my mind. His touch is all it takes to lose my capacity to think. Just like the night we met. Why the hell did I let him fuck me outside the bar like that? That was completely out of character even for me. He has this strange power and control over me and I can’t seem to get it under control.
I rinse off the foam and dry myself with a towel then dress in the clothes Tyler left me. Miles was right. I’m just about Tyler’s size and they fit me perfectly. When I leave the bathroom, I am surprised that Miles isn’t in the room. I find a tray on the dresser with sandwiches and sodas. The sight of the food makes my mouth water. Ever since I had the dry cereal at the cabin in the woods, I haven’t tasted any food. I am starving. Even then, I hesitate. Am I supposed to wait for Miles? Would he wait for me? I doubt it.
I decide that he can go fuck himself and I help myself to the food. I stuff the sandwich in my mouth and wash it down with a cola soda. I’m just about to finish my food when Miles returns.