My Enemy Mate

Who's DM?

BELLA'S P.O.V.

"So..." I said awkwardly after I closed the door and me and my mate were all alone.

"Are you still up for it?" He asked as he flopped down on the couch.

"Not really, but again, I can get up for it if you want." I flopped down next to him and removed a strand of his beautiful, silky, black hair out of his face.

"Don't force yourself to wanting to have sex, angel. To be honest, I'm not feeling it either." He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You are so perfect, I love you." I snuggled against him.

"I'm not the perfect one, angel, you are." He caressed my back lovingly and kissed my forehead.

"Me? Perfect? I'm a mess." I said honestly and looked away.

"I'm a mess too, angel." I didn't believe any of that bullshit, he was the most composed person I've ever met.

"Bullshit."

"You should've seen me before I met you." He played with my hair while trying to convince me.

"If you are a mess then what am I, I've been reading smut and masturbating since I was twelve." I said in all seriousness.

"You think I haven't been there? Sure I did it when I was older, but I still did it, specially masturbating. I also did a bit of drugs at some point." He admitted in all seriousness.

The last part really shocked me. "You have done drugs?" I said not believing him.

"Nothing too crazy, and just a few times." He shrugged.

"I don't believe it, you are like the golden retriever of werewolves."

"I'm like that to you, but I don't act the same with everyone."

"I know, I'm not lovely dovely to everyone either." I shrugged. "But I still can't believe you did drugs at some point." I said in disbelief.

"Oh yeah? I've got proof." He took out his phone from his pocket and scrolled through a bunch of pictures, trying to find the proof.

"Why do you have so many recent shirtless, soaking wet pictures?" I asked him curious. Damn are those pictures doing things to me.

"I took them before coming to the Academy, I wanted my mate to see them if I found her and I guess she did. And from the smell on the air, I guess she liked them."He looked at me lovingly and smirked while I looked away blushing. He looked back at his phone and continued searching. "Here it is." He played the video.

"Are you on drugs, Oliver?" His mother who was holding the phone asked angrily as she stood on what seemed like Oliver's childhood room.

"No." Young Oliver's voice said over the phone as he tried to stand up straight, almost falling most of the time.

"Why are you on drugs sweetie? What's wrong?" Her tone softened sat she sat him down on the bed and asked, wanting to know what caused her son to do this.

"I don't think I have a mate, mom." He said sadly. "If she wasn't there on my sixteenth birthday ceremony, I don't think she even exists." He frowned really miserably.

"Don't worry, sweetie, everyone has a mate." She hugged him and the video ended.

"I guess you weren't lying, by the way that video was really cute." I admitted.

"Told you so." He smirked.

"Anyway." I changed the topic. "I would like to take a better look at those shirtless wet pictures of you."

"Why look at those when you could look at me?" He smirked trying to initiate something.

"I thought you weren't feeling it." I failed to hide my smirk.

"I changed my opinion." He said while grabbing my hand and lying down so that I was now on top of him on the couch. "How about you?" He said as he pushed a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear.

"I did too." I ran my hand down his face ending at his peck.

"Great." He waited no more and kissed me hungrily, out bodies against each other. As his hand went up my shirt and tried to unclip my bra, the devious phone ran.

"For fuck's sake! Can this people stop cockblocking!" I said in anger and annoyance, something he just chuckled at.

I got off him and picked up my phone to just look at the caller id in disgust.

"Who is it?" Oliver asked from the couch.

"My dumbass brother." I said before answering the call.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"We are here." He said simply pissed off through the phone.

"Here? Here where?" I asked franticly as I looked at my mate with wide eyes.

"We are at the front desk of the Academy, standard procedure after a lock down, remember?" He asked annoyed.

"I forgot, I'll see you when you guys get here." I cut the call and looked at my mate with wide eyes.

"My family is at the front desk, you need to get out of here." I said frantically causing him to jumped up from the couch.

"Okay, I'll text you later, love you, bye." He gave me a quick kiss and left.

I flopped down on the couch sadly. I wish I shouldn't have to hide my mate, the man I love, from my parents. I wish it could be simple and I could just be happy with my mate by my side, but I guess life is never easy, not for me, not for anyone. And maybe that's a good thing, if life was easy it would be boring. My thoughts were cut short by a ringing on the doorbell. Thank god Oliver left as soon as he did.

I got off from the couch, opening the door to receive my parents, brother and his mate (Violet) into my apartment.

"Hi." I said and greeted all of them with a kiss on the cheek except my brother.

"Hi dumbass." I said as I looked at him with a disgusted look. He was two years younger than me and we've never really liked each other.

"Language." My mother said sternly.

"I'm eighteen now, and bad words are just words." I argued.

"Just don't say them when I'm around." She sighed. "Anyways, any sign of your mate?"

"No." I lied believably and headed into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice while they sat down on the couch and chairs.

I took a sip of juice and right then my mother decided to ask. "Bella, who is DM? Someone below that name texted you."
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A/N

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