Your Man IS NOT My Mate
The Intruder

I lie on my bed staring up at the spinning fan hanging from the ceiling.

Today was no doubt physically and emotionally draining and now the latter part of the day seemed hell bent on mentally sucking the remaining energy out of me as one question kept swirling in my head. 'How did things escalate so quickly?'

I release a weary sigh feeling my eyelid grow heavy from exhaustion and a yawn escape my mouth before willingly yielding to the darkness.

.....

Suddenly, I bolt straight into a sitting position, frantically looking around as my heart hammers in my ribcage as if trying to break free. I swear I just heard the snapping of twigs and the rustling of leaves. Sweat pours out of me in buckets as my palms grow clammy and my breathing loses its rhythm.

I'm alone in the house and if anything were to happen to me I know I'd be fully at fault because I got rid of Officer DeSilver, and Adrian went home shortly after the incident.

The noise on the outside grows closer and by now I'm gauging that the intruder is probably at the front door trying to break in.

I'm doomed.

Panic breaks free like a broken dam, flooding my mind at a violent speed. My heart rate spikes drastically, dangerously. I'm on the verge of a panic attack. My throat feels too constricted even for air to pass through. I can't breathe.

"HEY! GET IT TOGETHER!" Stella snaps, barely audible over my pounding heart. "If You Die, I Die."

"Then do something" I fearfully retort.

"I'm grounded..... Remember."

Ugh! I'm in no position for the back and forth. I release an internal growl, terminating the discussion. My life's on the line, there's no time for fruitless bickering. I know Stella, she's witty, opinionative, mouthy, strong headed, stubborn..... And that's how she compensates for what she lacks. As the saying goes, empty vessels make the most noise, but that's ok, because not every wolf is born to be a fearless daredevil.

Stella is scared- petrified, as am I, but one of us has to be brave right now, so, why not me? I try to pull myself together, taking several deep breaths to calm my nerves and steady my breathing.

I don't know who or what I'm up against, but if I die, let it be known, I tried.

I creep to the room door as quietly as possible, but immediately I halt, returning to grab my phone. Thank goodness I got it fixed. I hit record then resume my voyage into the unknown.... if perchance the unthinkable happens, God forbid, I'll at least have evidence to bring my killer to justice.

I cautiously exit my room with all my senses on high alert, yet in all honesty, I've never craved the presence of Officer DeSilver like I do right now.... I wish he were here.

I carefully and quietly dismount the stairs, making my way into the living room. The house is dark, but for the most part, nothing seems tampered with, not even the front door.

Just then, there's a rustle right outside the door. I hurriedly duck behind a couch, angling the phone in such a way that, if the intruder were enter, I could get a fairly good glimpses of them without the flash on, because, let's establish one thing, I'm not about to unnecessarily jeopardize my safety for the sake of good lighting. I'm not risking it.

After a few seconds, the nosie ceases... Maybe they're gone? I breath a sigh of relief as I cautiously proceeding to one of the front house windows. I gently pull back the curtain, no more than an inch or so, just to verify that the coast really is clear.

Oh my Gosh! I freeze. Someone's still there. I quickly raise my trembling hand to the crease created by the parted curtains. The image is dark, too far and unclear, so, I zoom in.

My eyes widen. My jaw drops. My head profusely shakes in disbelief. That built, that stance, those dark shades....

I-is that- Is that Officer DéSilver??

My blood runs cold...

My protector is my killer?

The audacity of that devil in disguise.

No wonder he was so angered by my happiness.... It all makes sense now.

I keep recording, vigilantly watching his every moment.... I suppress a yawn, or two, rapidly blinking several time to stay awake. I must remain alert.

Suddenly, a howling wind sweeps through the trees, and my attention briefly shifts towards the leaves violently shaking, some of which have snapped free from their branches, choosing to mimick the swirls of a brewing tornado.

Simultaneously, my peripheral vision detects movement, and my eyes swiftly flick back to Officer DéSilver, who's now looking around suspiciously as if waiting on something- someone or maybe for the right time to do something. His head then turns towards the window of my room and I hold my breath.

What's he thinking?

A chill runs down my spine, making the hairs on my neck stand on end as I watch him standing outside, his sights seemingly fixated on the general direction of my bedroom.

I watch as he folds his arms across his chest, he appears deep in thought and it sends another shiver running down my spine. Earlier today showed me that I really don't know him or all that he's capable of, and that is the most frightful truth of it all.

Another stirring wind blows the trees into a frenzy but this time I refuse to look away, intensely watching my target. His arms twitch and his folded arms tighten around himself.

Wait... Is he cold?

Suddenly, the sound of pebbles hitting against the rooftop rings in my ears and soon the volume magnifies echoing within the walls, almost drowning out all else. Together with the high winds and pelting rain, it looks like a frickin storm out there.

Officer DéSilver turns back to face the gruesome weather, ever so slightly shivering under its domain. I don't have to be outside or exposed to the elements to know it's biting cold.

A few minutes tick by and yet, Officer DéSilver doesn't make an advancement towards the house. He's soaking wet, causing the fabric of his attire to cling to him for dear life. Still, he remains sturdy, unmoved, just like a solider guarding the queen's estate.

Huh? But- wait! what?

Did I just totally misjudge him and his intentions?

Guilt slowly infiltrates my doubts and fears as I fix the ajar curtain, end the video, and shamefully walk towards the door.

Though still cautious, knowing it could very well be a trap, I unlock the door and slightly push it open.

The wind wastes no time hurling towards me, causing me to shiver like a leave.

Officer DéSilver slowly turns around, dripping wet, but his expression is relaxed, unlike what I expected to replace, considering the circumstance.

"What are you doing here?"

"Fulfilling my duty to protect you." He sincerely, yet professionally response.

He removes his shades, hooking them into his shirt allowing those piercing hazel eyes to bore deeply into mine. He slowly approaches me and I hold my breath. Is this where he attacks? However he doesn't and probably sensing my hesitation and pauses momentarily before taking another step forward.

"Are you going to invite me in or what?" Oh my gosh! Déjà vu. However, this time, fate tweaks the scenario slightly. His voice is still deep and gruffy but not an ounce of anger resides in his eyes and on his face... wait, is that a faint... smile?

Damn it! My heart flutters, and I quickly turn away, hiding my reddening cheeks as I leave the door open for him to enter.

A small grunt leaves his lips as he steps inside, but its tone is more of amusement than irritation. It's like he's doing it for old times sake. I frown and snap my head towards him to show my displeasure, but my breath hitches in my throat as I come practically face to face with him. I didn't expect him to be this close.

He looks down at me with a smirk on his lips, his eyes burning into my own and all I can do is helplessly stare up at him, unable to look away or say anything. He takes one step closer, as if we weren't close enough already. My heart feels as if it's going to beat out of my chest and I can feel myself starting to sweat under his gaze.

He leans in and instinctively I close me eyes, I don't know why.

"I can make you wet, if you want." He whispers, his breath lightly fanning my ear.

I bite my lip and a faint moan escape me lips.

Shoot! My eyes instantly fly open as a sexy, throaty chuckle vibrates from his chest. "I probably should have phase that differently."

He looks down at his dripping frame, then at me, who is standing smack dead in the center of his pathway.

Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh! I mentally face palm myself, inwardly dying of embarrassment as I silently pray for the ground to swallow me whole.

I quickly step to a side and as soon as he turns to close and lock the door, I take that as my cue to bolt up the stairs and away from him.

"A towel and a change of clothes, please." He calls out after me.

I dread the thought of seeing him again, but number one, I can't have him dripping all over the house and number two, I'd hate for him to get sick. Prevention is better than cure.

I soon return to the base of the stairs carrying a towel and a pair of dad's night wear in hand.

"Here-" I begin, glancing up from the clothes to him. I halt. My jaw drops, and I'm immediately rendered speechless. I can't seem to look away from the view before me... His unbuttoned shirt slowly slides down his toned arms, revealing the torso of a Greek god.

Once again, my heart is pounding so fast that it feels like it's about to jump out of my chest. I'm suddenly jealous of the droplets trickling down those perfectly sculptured abs. Damn! My mouth is watering.

He unbuckles his belt and in one swift motion, he pulls it from its loops like a pro. My imagination begins to run wild, especially when he unbutton his pants and slides the zip down.

I can't seem to look away.

Unconsciously, I develope the suddenly urge to lick my lips as I shamelessly gawk at Officer DéSilver, who is about to give me a front row seat to a show some would pay millions to see.

Suddenly, he smirks, though his eyes remain trained downwards. "Are you finish?"

What!? I'm snapped from my daze, burning with embarrassment... Again. The look on my face must be something akin to a deer caught in headlights.

He slowly looks up at me, the silly grin still plastered on his face. My cheeks heat up, and I hastily place the items on the couch and hurriedly trek up the stairs.

I flop unto my bed, immediately burying my face into my pillow to muffle a long, droned out, much needed scream. I think I've endured enough embarrassment for one night.... Hopefully morning never comes.