"Are you for real?" she whispered back, openly glaring at him. "But you know what? I don't care anymore. You need to listen to me. Don't ever show up at my house again. I'm not going to be your freaking doctor, because you didn't pay me to be. From now on, we are done." Boldly, she jabbed her finger into his chest. A stupid move, she thought, but it was needed. "You take your shit somewhere else."
He leaned down, his lips made for sin, pleasure and all kinds of bad things brushed against her ear and smiled into the crook of her neck. "Are you threatening me?"
A delicious shiver moved down her spine. Something warm rolled inside of Nova. Under his hold, she felt completely alive, more than she had ever felt. It was sick. She was sick. She shouldn't feel like this about someone who was threatening her, someone who was an ungrateful jerk. Someone with an intoxicating scent.
Nova angled her head to meet his gaze. "I don't care how you take it, but you won't come to my house again."
He arched a devilish, thick eyebrow. "Or else what? You'd call the police on me? Is that it, bitch?"
"Don't call me a bitch! I have a name!”
Ghost smiled, using his finger to run it down her face. His scent was doing stupid things to her head. Pulling at strings in her body and messing up with her head by tugging her in the wrong direction.
"I don't care what your name is. I call you how I like and you ain't got nothing to say about it."
"Fuck you," she spat.
His grin spoke volumes. “I really like women who got a mouth on them,” he whispered, his breath hitting her face and nose. “But be careful how you use it around me." He sent a deep, warning look that seemed to ice every part of her before he was smiling again, and Nova was sure he was bipolar.
With one last smirk, she watched Ghost walked out of her house without stopping him again. Her knees slowly buckled as she tried to catch her breath. A hand placed on her racing heart, she trudged all the way to her couch as she sat down, trying to catch her breath. Trying to figure out what the fuck had happened.
It was very clear that Ghost was dangerous, not just in the field of his work, but in the way he made her feel. She felt vulnerable and scared around him, but there was something else. Nova couldn’t believe he was the same man she had saved for months. Thinking about that made her regretted not doing the right thing in the first place. He definitely didn’t sound like he was grateful for what she had done for him. If anything, he had sounded more annoyed about the fact that she had kept bringing it up.
But the thing that pissed her the most was not being given the chance to get an assurance from him that they were done with each other. She didn’t want him to show up again because she was sure that she would kick him out or call the police. He didn’t seem to care about that very much, but it could also be a pretense. Men like him were good at pretending.
The door was knocked open before she could register what was happening. Nova stumbled up in shock, her eyes fixed on the intruder. Ghost was breathing heavily like an angry bull who had been poked in the wrong place.
He got into her personal space with one stride and she gulped when she realized he was inches taller than her.
"Did you touch my phone?" His tone was flat, practically dead. His eyes were burning and charging, and when she wasn't quick enough to answer, he thundered, "Answer me!"
Nova nodded, not skipping a beat. "Yes, I did. More than once," she admitted, softly.
"Did you send a fucking text to one of my contacts?" His jaw was granite, the veins on his forehead almost popping. She could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him.
She hesitated, grimacing. "If you mean Mario, then yes, I sent a picture of you while you were unconscious." She bit her lower lip in an attempt to suppress a laugh. He shouldn't have cared that she did. The fact that he sounded almost scared about it felt like a victory to her. All he had done ever since he had gained conscious was pissed her off.
The speed with which he moved back was startling and alarming. He ran his hand through his hair and tugged on it, before he scanned her coldly, a sneer on his face. "Do you have any idea what you have done?"
"I don't care! Your friend didn't exactly give me a choice. He was going to track your phone and I couldn't—"
"I don't care what he was going to do!" he snarled into her face, his nostrils flaring like a wild beast. "Who gave you the right to touch my phone?!"
She scoffed. “The right? The right?! Who gave you the right to think you can come to my house and expect me to help you? And then you talk about rights?!" Her heart pounded against her rib cage, threatening to explode. She couldn't seem to keep back the explosive anger that she was feeling inside. This was not how Nova expected things to go. But she had never expected Ghost to be like this.
He stood there in her living room, but he didn’t look like the man whose life she had saved a lot of times. No, he looked scary and untouchable, but she wouldn’t let him scare her in her own home.
Nova stalked over to the door and opened it, turning back to him. "Get out. Get the fuck out." He doesn't need her to tell him twice before he thundered past her with a promising look, his muscular arm brushing her shoulder, causing her to inhale sharply.
She closed the door and leaned her forehead against it, trying to level her heartbeat.
This was the first moment she regretted ever wanting him to be conscious. She knew this would be the last time she would see him, but it didn’t make me feel relieved.
It made her feel like she had lost something that never belonged to her.