A'roya

Chapter Twenty-Three

Hey, I'm late but whatever.

Enjoy today's episode that was supposed to come out yesterday!

After Vincent healed me, I checked the time. It was about four am.

Vincent didn't want to touch me afterward. I feel so guilty for making him feel as if he hurt me like Derek did.

But I'm glad that he knows and acknowledges that he hurt me, but I wanted it. I didn't say gray.

Sure, I told him to stop, but that was only because the pleasure was too much, not the pain.

"Vincent." I tried to touch him, but he flinched. I noticed he was smoking; I didn't like that. It's not healthy. I sighed. "Vincent, please let me touch you, at least."

He blows a puff. "I don't think you understand. I might be overreacting, but I'm reminded of how much I hurt you every time I touch you. It's the mate shit punishing me for putting my pleasure over your life."

"Vincent, I'm right here! I didn't say gray!" I snapped.

"You think it cares about a stupid fucking word? Whether or not you said anything, I still used my power on you." Vincent blew another puff. "I can't fuck a human Vampire style... A'roya, you're only alive because your great grandma was a witch, a supernatural being. I could've fucking killed you."

"So you deliberately did that?"

"No, it came after. Being supernatural has its fucking cons. It came as a vision, a woman, telling me I was going to get punished for hurting my human mate."

"Well, fuck that woman. I enjoyed myself until after."

Vincent glared at me before walking away.

Make Vincent feel better; failed.

I'm not angry, sad, or frustrated. He only left to get me some medicine, but he realized he had damaged something in my stomach.

I'm not bout to be on an episode of Sex sent me to the ER.

All jokes aside, I'm grateful he healed me even though it had me crying like a bitch. He warned me, too. I don't see why he's taking the blame for something we both did.

I find all of this so embarrassing. I'm just gonna find a way to make him touch me.

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"Wow, I like yachts," Khascian said in awe.

Silas laughed. "Of course you do."

Khassy shoved him onto a seat, giggling when she actually managed to push him down. "Shut up, fool."

"You sounded so naive and stupid when you said that." Elora giggled, carrying Reagan.

I laughed and clasped my hands together as Khascian glared at Elora and me.

"Not too much on Khassy now." Phoebe scolded.

"For real." Khascian glared at Silas, Elora, and me.

I shrugged, about to lie on Vincent's chest, but he excused himself. Uh, no. This has got to stop; that was so embarrassing.

"Is he alright?" Silas asked.

I sighed. "Yup, it's just work stressing him out." 

Silas obviously didn't believe my lie, but he went along with it, nodding.

"I hope he's ok." Finnegan smiled softly.

I nodded. "He's great."

"It's giving loner," Jericho said.