His face held a smile, but deep down I was angry and upset. This made no sense, was I a slave? Or his plaything?
“What had you remembered?” he asked enthusiastically. But my frown became more visible. “hey, is something wrong?” he said lowly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.
“I don’t know what you did to make me owe you a favor, but to think you’d make me do things I wouldn’t be happy doing tells me alot about you being my mate.” I said, my voice holding a tinge of anger.
“Blair? What’s wrong? Baby-” I cut him off.
“Do you really think I wouldn’t remember you forcing me to wear an outfit, making me your maid? Am I some kind of toy?!” My voice began to rise.
“Blair, what are you talking about, you don’t understand, what you’re remembering isn’t the full situation.” he said sternly. But I didn’t want to listen.
“Grayson, it doesn’t matter, just the fact of you making me do it was enough, I think I should keep my distance till I get my memories back.” I said looking at him directly, showing I meant what I said.
Grayson face lost all emotion as he looked at me directly. “No.” Was his simple word. As his eyes began to change color.
My heart began pounding as I felt being in a situation like this before, Deja Vu. My hand reached out to touch him, but I stopped myself.
He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, keeping himself calm. He opened his eyes coming back to normal.
“Listen and listen clearly Blair, do not just assume things and act on them, remember you’re the one who doesn’t remember, not me, so I suggest you try not to provoke me. If you remember something, it’s best you try getting all your memories back before you confront me, I am still your mate, but I am also the alpha, whose land you crossed, so I suggest you be careful to what you ask and say around me, understand?” he asked harshly, loosing all his kindness in his eyes, looking as stone cold as ever.
I simply looked away and walked away from him. He growled Loudly and padded out of the bathroom in anger, once I was sure he was gone, my hands shook in fear.
I’m scared of my own mate. My own mate scared me. But I wasn’t going to be weak in front of him. I was going to know the kind of man he is. And I am Absolutely certain he was a horrible person who mistreated me.
I took a deep breath, calming myself down. Who am I really? Am I really Blair Winchester? Or is there something being hidden from me? How did I end up in my mother’s hands? How was my life before all of this drama?
My head pounced in pain as trying to remember forced its way. But I let go. I couldn’t force myself to remember, I could only wait patiently.
Frustratedly, I pulled at my hair. This was not fair. It was very unfair to me. Why couldnt I just remember? Why?
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