Ashley's POV:
He didn't even sat next to me, I should've been relieved but I felt disappointed.
"Let's begin," Stellan said as he adjusted himself... Next to Veronica!!
I spun the bottle. It stopped at Stellan. His eyes found mine again, I regretted as I realised what was happening. I should have understood his intentions, when he did not sat beside me but instead across from me. This means when the bottle will come to me again then it would be him asking me questions or giving me dare.
I sighed, defeated. Then I remembered it is my chance to ask my question, we'll see whatever happens when it's my chance again but right now it's not, so let me have my moment. I grinned.
He seemed unmoved by my excitement. I badly wanted to ask if there's something between him and Veronica? or at least about if it was him that day on the street? Something stupid, like if he likes Mirielle?
But instead, I ended up asking, "How many girls you've kissed before me?" The question slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.
His expression changed instantly, he raised a brow, deeply smirking as if he'd won a billion dollar cheque. "Jealous?" He asked in a teasing tone.
I pressed my lips together, I looked at Charles and Veronica's face, both grinning wildly, the one I wanted to wipe off immediately, even if it meant stabbing a pencil in their asses. My nose flared before I said, "You're supposed to answer, not question!"
He was still amused, "I didn't count." He said, reading my expression closely, "But, let me assure you..." He paused, then spoke again, "I wouldn't forget the taste of your lips, your mouth, the way your lips opened instantly, sensing my touch, the way your tongue swung with mine, in resistance and excitement both evident... For the rest of my life."
I was stunned by his words, he despised me, then why was he saying this, "Stellan Paul!!! Have you lost your mind? Stop messing with me, this isn't a joke" I snapped, he knew I like him, but he doesn't, then why the hell did he said that, giving me false hope. Heh.
"I'm serious," he said, his expression was now serious, filled with regret. His lips parted, intending to say more, but I instantly cut him off, "You motherfucking BASTARD, Asshole. Don't tell me you've developed feelings for me." I yelled at his face.
"I've not," that hit hard, I knew it, but hearing him say it right on my face broke something inside me, "It's just, you know you've awesome curves, your appearance is really great, I can't deny that... I'm sorry if my words hurt you" his spoke again, softer this time.
"No, they fvcking didn't. But for fuck's sake I've a good heart also, if only you could see." I wasn't upset anymore but furious, the way he denied, he doesn't like me, and still talking about my body this way, felt like he was humiliating me. "Do you fvcking have a desire of vengeance for what I said long ago? You know what, I take my apologies back, you don't deserve it, and besides, what I said wasn't even that offending, not to your mom at all, but I think it broke your male ego, didn't it?"
He was speechless, he didn't said anything anymore. We just stared at each other, I broke the eye-contact when the door burst open, and a girl in white night suit, rubbing her eyes came in view, "good morning, sis" Charles said to sleepy Helena, breaking the tension in the room.
'It's almost noon, and she woke up now' I gave her an unimpressed look.
"Charles, Why are you guys so noisy?" She demanded, glaring at her brother with a frown. "Ohh, it's just two love birds fighting" he replied with a chuckle.
"Love birds? Who?" Helena asked, confusion evident in her gaze. I turned to glare at him, what the fuck did he just said? He looked back at me and Stellan as he realised what he just said.
"Ah, I mean flying birds!" He corrected himself.
'Flying birds' ?
I looked at him, waiting for another correction, but nothing came, he just grinned in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. Then I burst into laughter, followed by Veronica. Helena still seemed confused, but she left with a warning, "I am not hearing any noises from your room any more!. if I did, you better be ready!"
Atleast his silly correction lighten the mood. I turned my head, and noticed Stellan was still staring, 'Didn't he looked away after me', whatever, I ignored it.
"So, shall we continue our game?" Veronica asked with a smile, all eyes on me, expecting a 'yes', so I hummed in response, "Mmm".
Charles sighed as Stellan spun the bottle, as the bottle moved, a question dropped into my mind, 'was I being dramatic'. Seeing me frown, Charles said, "You ask if you want", and I realised the bottle's top was pointing at him.
I was about to refuse, then something dropped into my mind, "Who was the bitch you were talking about, yesterday" I grinned as I see him sigh in regret.
"My ex-girlfriend" I waited for him to continue, but nothing came, I leaned in slightly as if I thought he was saying something too low, i couldn't hear, even though he's right beside me.
"Ofcourse she is, but that's not the answer you'd give" impatient, I finally asked. His hands reached his face, as he wiped his already dry skin. He finally spoke.