The Traps of Black Swan

Dax wanted nothing but some rest. He got nothing but another hard flying kick on his bum shocking him awake.

He wanted to kill Tia right then and there. His parents never raised their hand at him, his friends only had fun with him.

Except in the kickboxing ring, it was the first time, somebody was kicking him and he couldn't even hit her back. Even though it wasn't that strong, it was still stinging.

He was flipping to her side when her hand slammed his chest and he was baffled.

'What is the world going on?' He was a hell of confused and enraged.

There comes another punch attack and he dodged it successfully but her leg kicked his leg in the meantime.

Dax had no time to think. He used his four limbs and pinned her four limbs on the bed as she tried to struggle under him.

Dax felt his throat dry when he realized he was pinning her on the bed and one wrong move will end him up pinning her body with his.

Her complete frame looked small under him. She had a beautiful little face and soft black mid-length wavy hair that had carelessly flown on the pillow. She had thin brows and lashes weren't too thick.

His eyes laid on the tiny mole that was on her lower lip which he never had noticed before. "Due to lipstick." He mumbled the reason to himself. Her pink lips looked more inviting due to the mole on them.

He gulped his spit and tried to distract himself. His eyes unknowingly grazed down her slender neck and 'She is a flat princess.' He thought.

Compared to any of his flings or one night, she was the fattest of them all. Instead of getting disappointed, he founded it funny.

She wasn't perfect, nor had a curvaceous body but she looked perfect in her own way. The uniqueness he felt of her, brought an acknowledged nod of his head.

He had almost forgotten why he was pinning her down until his eyes caught sight of her struggling and saddening face.

His focus shifted and Tia jerked around slipping his grip on her limbs. He straight fell on her soft petite body and cussed her in his mind, 'Unique, her head. Crazy woman.'

Before his body or any of his senses lose control and before she could attack him, he rolled off the bed and stood on the floor. He saw her limbs moving a few seconds before she dumbly smiled in her sleep.

Dax didn't crave to kiss her anymore, he wanted to toss her out or at least, roll her down the bed and catch some sleep... No, a peaceful nap.

He looked at his elegant royal blue and golden hue-colored interior of the room, then at the weird sleeping position of the girl and he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

'Damn this girl.' He cussed her for bringing him to the position on his birthday.

He no longer looked like the sophisticated and stylish Dax Grant, but some sleep-deprived person on the street looking at his eyes and his messy hair. He admonished Tia as an uncultured, shameless woman but in reality, he felt her like a brainless little girl who doesn't know how to sleep properly.

Deciding to himself to be a heartless man to the sleeping girl, he pushed her to the edge of the bed but paused. He didn't have the heart to push her down. He tried twice but he just couldn't do it.

"This is the last chance for you." He threatened, "Then I will toss you out of the balcony." He was determined to do that if she tried to kick him again.

He wanted to face her and sleep so that he could sense her movements and escape them. Anyhow her leg won't aim at his butt or waist, instead, it would aim at his manhood so he quickly flipped, cursing himself for not having a daybed or couch in his room.

Just when he dozed off, two limbs flew in the air and fell on him. Dax shot his eyes open but he didn't feel the pain. He realized she was spooning him, her leg was on his legs and her hand was on his waist.

The little frame behind his back felt too uncomfortable for him to ignore and sleep. 'Fine, this birthday of mine is sleepless. I will hear mom scold me for today.' He decided.

He flipped around and tried to move her away but her cold body moved to his warm embrace and slept like a kitten in need of a warm blanket.

Frozen Dax watched her in astonishment. He suddenly remembered Aarvi holding her black cat, Laze in her arms. Tia exactly looked like Laze in his arms with her black hair spread all over his arm.

He waited for her to attack him but she didn't move again and slept for another peaceful sleep session. Unaware, Dax didn't know when he dozed off with his left arm around her waist.

…

Around nine in the morning, Dax's mobile got a call that served as an alarm to Tia. She was about to stretch herself when she felt something... heavy on her waist.

Her eyelids flung open and saw a muscular hand of a man was on her waist and she was hugging his forearm. Her face flushed bright red and pushed the man's hand away.

Her heart drummed in panic and tried to think if she climbed on somebody's bed or somebody took advantage of her.

Her eyes widened and quickly looked down at herself. She let out a long deep breath seeing every single piece of clothes in its position. She pushed the man's hand away to get off the bed when her eyes landed on another part of the messy bed.

A few of her memories recollected. She made herself comfortable and she sweetly asked thunderstruck Dax if she could sleep there. Her face turned crimson, remembering Dax stressing each word, 'You. Are. In. My. Room.'

Now she knew who was behind her back, whose deep long breath fanning her neck gave her tantalizing butterflies.

For some reason, she trusted him instead of herself and knew she might have rolled over to his side or… 'Did I cry in arms?' She thought and hoped she didn't do that.

Feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself, she crawled to the edge of the bed without daring to look back. She carefully got off from the bed planning to flee.

Dax had woken up right when she struggled to move his hand away. Seeing her plans to flee, "Stop right there." He ordered.

Rose froze right after two steps away from the bed. She wanted to ask him how could he sleep with her? But she didn't have the guts to utter a word.

Dax's hoarse voice continued and he asked "Did I give you permission to move from the bed?" He grunted, "Return, now."

Frightened by his cold voice, she quickly rolled on the bed and reached his arms. She squeezed her eyes shut and he could feel her trembling profusely.

Dax felt like she will burst into tears anytime soon. This is the Tia who is afraid of every rich person and drunk Tia doesn't care about rich and poor.

He was about to speak, Tia again rolled off aside and sat facing him. She blurted out seeing his aloof face, "We shouldn't have any physical contact with others when in a relationship." She was truly remorseful.

Dax's eyes darkened, his fist balled up.. Even though he didn't do anything to her but cuddled, he felt it like a sin.