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over and pinned her shoulders down until their eyes were
leveled. "I asked if you've ever seen me as a man.”
    Her eyes wandered to different corners
of the room, as if she were seeking the answer he wanted. When it
took her longer than it should have to answer the question, he
became frustrated. Her silence only confirmed his fears.
    The expression on his face suddenly
changed. "I'll show you how wrong you are," he said and began to
unbutton his shirt. She gasped, not knowing how to react. His
golden stare chased away the sleepiness from her eyes.
    He leaned forward, pinning down her
shoulders once again. He locked their lips together in an
aggressive kiss. It was unfair of her to think of him any less than
a man, when any bastard could just walk into her life and be seen
as one. He regretted that he had given her too much attention and
affection that she had grossly misinterpreted as something other
than the love between a man and a woman. He could not stand the
unfairness of it all!
    Her hands pushed against his bare,
lean chest to create distant between them. "What the hell are you
doing?” she demanded. "Just what are you trying to
prove?”
    When her protest didn’t do any good,
she grabbed a fistful of his hair.
    "That really only turns me on even
more, you know?” he said with a voice so strange, lustful and
angry. The expression on his face was so sensual that she felt
herself growing uncontrollably flustered. He dipped to land gentle
kisses on her neck while his other hand caressed her full
breast.
    She began to laugh. "Stop," she said
with a half laughing voice. "Please, you're tickling
me!"
    He raised his head and stared at her
laughing face.
    "Be serious,” he demanded.
    "I can't…" she giggled, "It tickles so
much.”
    He tried to continue but her laughter
soured his mood. With an aggravated grunt, he pushed himself off
the bed and left the room, closing the door behind him. She knew he
was still standing on the other side long after the door was
closed.
    Kali placed her hand on her forehead
and sighed. It was not like she didn't understand his frustration.
She had known him as long as she could remember. How could she not
know his wants and needs?
    Chevalier had always been popular with
women. However, he never associated with them longer than three
weeks. If she gave in to him, if she started something with him…
how long would it lasts? A month? Two months?
    She wanted to be ignorance to his
feelings forever. At least then she could stay beside him. As
friends, even if they fought, they would still be friends. As
lovers, if they got into a fight, it would mean a break up. And
rarely any broken up couples could truly be friends
again.
    She knew she was being selfish. It
wasn’t that she didn't have confidence in him. She simply didn't
have confident in herself. Kali doubted she could be interesting
enough to keep a lover interested for very long. To put it plainly,
she fell short of all the beautiful and accomplished women around
him. At least as a friend, he wouldn’t expect as much from her, and
hopefully would keep her around longer.
    She felt her eyes drifting closed as
her thoughts turned to sleep.
     
    After Kali had showered and gotten
dressed, she went to the living room. She found Chevalier sitting
on the sofa, his head tipped back on the sofa arm. The dark circles
under his eyes told her he hadn't slept a wink.
    “ Let’s go,” she said to
him.
    He glanced at her for a moment and
stood up. Grabbing the key to his motorcycle, he headed out the
door. Kali followed him.
     
     

Chapter 4: The Devil and
the Knight
     
    “How long do you intend to avoid me?”
Kali asked. She leaned on the sofa where Chevalier was lying again.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” she asked when he didn’t respond.
She lifted up a small part of his sheet to reveal his
face.
    “ I’m not avoiding you,” he
mumbled.
    "It's not that I don't see you as a
man…”
    "Do you think I really want to listen
to