Chapter Two

I sat on the couch with Mr Dude sitting next to me while Dad rolled his wheelchair back and forth, frowning as he watched the floor. I could feel my blushing, my face hotter than ever as Dad glared at me.

“Connor, please give my son and I a second.” He told Dude.
“Sure, Mr Thomson.”

And having said that, Connor left the room. Dad wheeled his chair towards me, glaring still, and I felt my face getting hotter and hotter.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were gay?!” He exclaimed in a whisper
“I’m not! That’s why! I don’t even know who the dude is! H-He just popped out of no where, I swear!”

But my attempts to make him understand weren’t having the right effects. I could see his face going red with anger, and I’m sure my colours began, once more, fading away.

“I-I would have understood if you had told me before I walked in when you were doing it!”
“I WAS TRYING TO STOP HIM!”
“Don’t you shout at me, young man, that I still have more power over you than you can imagine.” He frowned. “What’s his full name?” He glared at me through narrowed eyes.
“I-I don’t know his name.”
“SO YOU WERE HAVING SEX WITH SOMEONE YOU DON’T KNOW?!”
“No! I was trying to get him off me!!”

Then, Connor knocked on the door. Dad bopped his head towards me and I got up to let Connor in. He grinned at me as soon as I opened, and put his arms around my waist, leaning down to my lips. His eyes had already caught me, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t stop him.

“I hope you blamed it all on me, love?” He said in a deep voice that made my head spin, as he smiled that crooked smile of his.
“Sure, sure” I said lulled with his voice, and only realising too late as dad slammed the back door. I quickly pulled myself away from Connor, not knowing why on earth I had said that. But he held me tight, making it impossible for me to get too far. “Wh-Why did you do that?”

“Why did I do what?” He looked at me with what looked like genuine curiosity.
“Why did you make me say that?! Now Dad will hate us both—H-he’ll hate me!”
“Why would he? I’m sure he understands that you can’t be exactly what he wished you were.” He said and sank his face on my neck.
“It’s not about that! And I’m not gay! You’re the one forcing me to—forcing me to love you!” I heard him chuckle under his breath and he pulled away, looking at me straight into the eyes.
“Does that mean you love me?”
“No! I said you’re forcing me to!”
“Forcing you to,” he said thoughtfully. “Does that mean sooner or later you will love me?” He grinned his crooked damn smile again, making me say things I didn’t mean.
“of course…who wouldn’t…love you?”
“Good boy.” He patted my head.

“Yo-you’re making me say things!!” I exclaimed grabbing my hair as I paced back and forth in my room as Connor looked around my room for Alpha Male knows what.
“How could I possibly be making you say things?”
“I don’t know. But you’re obviously doing something! You’re a freak of nature!”
He mumbled something that sounded like “Yes, like you can talk.” But I ignored him; I was too annoyed to care.
“You’re impossibly fast…and strong, a-and your skin is cold as ice—a-and—”
“So you think I’m some kind of weird being?” He laughed at me, and I just frowned at him.
“What, so you’re gonna tell me you’re just a normal human?” I narrowed my eyes.
“No.” He said simply.
“Well, then, what are you?!”
“I’m a vampire.” He grinned.
“Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes. I was expecting something more like “I am a hyper person.” But no, instead he went for the ridicule fantasy answer. “No! Be serious for once, Connor!”
“Hey, you called my name.” He smiled his damn crooked smile, dazzling me.

Next thing I knew, my bare back was against the mattress and I was under maximum pleasure again.