Thirty-Four

I am a little dazed when he pulls back from the kiss and he whispers, "You are no servant, Yasmine... Have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

I look into his intense grey eyes, "I don't know..."

"Please??"

He moves his hand to my cheek again, making me flinch. I whisper through the pain, "I will think about it!"

"Thank you. Now, who did this?"

"It's okay, I was asking for it..."

"That is no excuse. Who hit you?"

I lower my eyes and whisper, "Raphael!"

I feel his touch disappear and when I look up; he is gone. I sigh and relax against the wall. No matter how hard I try, I can't fight him whenever he touches me. I wipe off the tear that escapes and brush the bruise. I push myself off of the wall and head into the kitchen. I walk over to the freezer and pull out a small icepack; I close the freezer, move over, and lean on the counter, placing the ice on my cheek.

I sigh as the cold seeps into the heat of my cheek. It is then t