SwaRon FF : Undead love ch:3(b) uptd pg 8 - Page 3

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Chapter - 2 (a)

For a moment she could neither speak nor move, and her breathing felt oddly constricted. It was like a nightmare" as if Swayam was some demon that her thoughts had conjured up. All these months she had never allowed herself to think about him at all, she had closed him out, expelled him from her brain. Now Tanni's letter had reluctantly forced open the flood of her memory, and she had walked through the past into a scary movie. 'Talk of the devil,' people used to say, 'and he's sure to appear.' And it was true because the devil was here with her now.

She made a grab for the door intending to slam it in his face, but her momentary hesitation had been her undoing, because he had already forecast her intention and walked into the room. He said, 'Allow me.' And he closed the door himself, shutting them in together. Sharon said between her teeth, 'Get out of here!' . 'When I'm ready.' His voice was as cool as ever. He had hardly changed at all physically from the first time she had set eyes on him. The lines on his face had deepened with maturity, but his body still had the spare grace of some predatory animal. He moved forward and she recoiled instinctively. He threw back his head and stared at her for a moment, his eyes hooded, their expression enigmatic.

'Relax,' he advised caustically. 'The sooner you hear what I have to say, the sooner I can be gone, which is what we both want.' 'What the hell are you doing here?' she almost whispered.

'I'm not preparing to carry out the fell purposes you seem to have in mind,' he snapped back at her. 'For God's sake, Sharon, sit down and behave like a civilised human being.' 'What would you know about civilised behaviour?' She was beginning to tremble inwardly and she folded her arms defensively across her body. 'Just say whatever you came to say and get out.' 'Ever the gracious hostess.' Swayam walked past her, looked with a lift of his eyebrow at the sofa, then sat down on the chair opposite. 'You're very nervous,' he commented. 'What's the matter? You said I'd called at a bad moment when you opened the door. Are you"entertaining?' His eyes went over her, establishing beyond doubt that he knew quite well she was naked under the old silky robe, and she flushed angrily.'No, I'm not,' she grated, and could have kicked herself. Perhaps if she'd lied and said,'Yes"someone's waiting for me in the bedroom right now,' he might have left.'Then I'm fortunate to find you alone,' he said smoothly. 'I'd like some coffee.' For a moment Sharon stood glaring at him fiercly, then she turned and went into the small kitchen. The towel round her hair was slipping and she tore it off impatiently, thrusting it into the small basket next to the washing machine. Her hands were shaking so much she could hardly put the coffee powder into the vessel. She began to set a tray with brown pottery mugs, pouring creamy milk into a matching jug. She heard a slight sound behind her, and glancing over her shoulder, realised that Swayam was standing in the doorway watching her.

'Would you have sugar?' She made her voice cool and social. 'You've a bad memory, Sharon,' he said sardonically. 'How many years did we live under the same roof, and how many cups of coffee did you pour for me? No, I don't have sugar, and never have had. 'Too many,' she muttered. 'Well, that's one thing at least we can agree on,' he said. He strolled forward, trapping her between his body . He put out a hand and tilted her chin, studying her face critically. His touch sent every nerve-ending in her body screaming. She wanted to strike his hand away. She wanted to use her nails and teeth to free herself like a cornered animal, but it would be no good, she knew. He was the stronger, and he would not hesitate to use his strength. He said silkily, 'You don't change, do you, Sharon? I remember you all those years ago"a little hostile creature, yet beautiful and full of surprises.'

Read all the parts. Really superb and entertaining. The concept is really refreshing and would love to read more of it. So please continue. Both parts have been Sharon's side of story that too incomplete but now would like to read Swayam's side of story. The third part has been very nicely written to generate curiosity in the readers to read more and I love it. Just can't wait now to know about their past.