Healing the Cold CEO

Chapter Two

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And so here we are, in this moment with his breath hot on my neck and his body warming every single part of me and I simply just want to unalive myself at my choices.

"Listen, about that whole...boyfriend-dare thing. It's stupid. I was drunk. Let's end this here and now, okay? I'm willing to bite the bullet, tell our friends all about this misunderstanding and have my girls laugh at me for the rest of my life for my dumbass decision. Are we cool?"

I stressed, willing myself to calm down and remember why I was doing this.

Yeah, I'd rather be a laughingstock than be anywhere near this beautiful man when he's making me feel all these weird feelings. Running is ALWAYS the best option...

I was facing him now, our bodies close with his hands still clutching the railing to cage me in. He hadn't moved a muscle even as I turned to face him. Only his eyes had shifted to me, and as usual, I couldn't read a damn thing off of them.

He is literally a vault of secrets... Which is another reason why I should run far away from this man. He screams danger...the kind of danger I would jump into head-first, being the freaking crazy person that I am...

We were silent for a while, the music and laughter loud around us, but we were in our own bubble, stuck on watching each other close. He was literally the most handsome man I had ever seen. His hazel eyes were beautiful, light and intense, watching and reading me like a freaking open book.

He makes me feel like he can see right through me, into my freaking soul...and that's as hot as it is unnerving.

"No, Elena. We aren't 'cool'. The dare was that I would be your 'ex-boyfriend repellant' or whatever the hell you called it and I doubt a paparazzi picture is going to keep him away from you. He's still calling you, isn't he?"

His voice was deep, dark - holding an essence of danger that warned me to be very careful of what I said next.

"No he's not. He got the message...."

The sentence strayed just my phone begun to vibrate in my leather jacket pocket where I had stashed it after returning my mother's call and having it go to voicemail.

We stared at each other, all hopes of having him ignore the vibration against his torso long gone. The man was watching me close, and he was not relenting.

"Answer it. I'll wait."

His words were the nail to my damn coffin as I nervously clutched the phone in my pocket.

Oh, fuck...please mom...it has to be you, right? Right?!

Slowly pulling it out, I released an exasperated breath as my shitty luck caught up with me again. Psycho-ass Rio was calling and, judging by Axle's jaw clench, he was unamused.

"I can....explain?"

I cringed at the way that came out, running my free hand through my hair as I watched the man before me release a breath before he grabbed my phone.

"Hey! What the f**k?..."

My protests died on my lips the minute Axle stepped even more into my space, backing me onto the balcony railing while his free hand wrapped around my waist, steadying me and pulling me even closer to him if possible.

My breath hitched in my throat, my body heating up like the traitor it was as I watched him lean into me, his lips a breath away from my own.

"Be quiet now, beautiful, or I might have to use other ways to silence you..."

What other ways? Huh?!...

Dumb questions occupied my thoughts even as I watched him slide the call to answer, his brow furrowing as he listened to whatever Rio said on the other side silently. Clearly it wasn't anything good, though, judging by the jaw clench and eye roll that somehow made me chuckle despite the wild situation I was now in.

"Are you done? Good. I want you to listen very closely..."

His deep baritone vibrated against my chest, bringing forth emotions within me that I thought I had rid myself of ages ago. Desire was the only familiar pull that burst out of me as I reveled in the firmness of his touch on my waist and the way his eyes stared into my own, promising unholy things.

"Elena is not yours anymore. She is Mine. And the next time you call or harass her again, I will deal with you myself and trust me, you don't want to have me drop everything to focus on destroying your life. f**k. Off."

And just like that, he hung up before putting my phone in his own pocket, his eyes never leaving mine, which seemed to make the whole experience even hotter if that were possible.

"The best way to deal with stalkers is to face them head on and destroy them before they get any ideas. I don't intend to stop being your 'boyfriend' until that's done."

His words seemed to be final even as he brushed a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Not that I would have fought him on it honestly. He had managed to make me a voiceless and horny statue by simply telling off my ex-boyfriend.

And this is what I was scared of...that I would become everything I shouldn't with this man...that I would actually want him to protect me...

"Now, I seem to remember you wanting to dance. And I think I'm overdue for one too...it would be best to release this tension between us before it becomes nuclear."

He added, his words seemingly resuscitating a part of me. A dangerously stupid part of me.

Pulling away from him, I shrugged off my leather jacket, leaving me with my little lace crop top, leather jeans and thigh-high boots. I knew I looked phenomenal- as all my girls had made sure to point out- and Axle seemed to feel the same as his gaze lingered on my tattoos as they had for the past couple of days.

Though I can say I am equally very curious about his...curious enough to trace them all with my tongue...

"The only release I enjoy is when I'm on top and in control, riding until I can't take it anymore...now, if you're man enough, follow me with the promise that that is exactly how my night tonight is going to end - with or without you."

And then I was gone, descending the stairs with my blood pumping and my body alive with the anticipation of my dare.

Seems I can't stop making daring decisions...maybe that's just our dynamic... and boy is it exhilarating...

His hand on the small of my back was welcome, his fingers exploring the slight bared skin between my crop top and leather pants. His touch was warm, almost electrifying as he leaned right into my ear and whispered words I knew would ruin me.

"If you believe you'll be leaving this place with anyone but me, baby, you're sorely mistaken. I never say anything I don't mean, and I'll make sure you understand that tonight. You've made the move. And I intend to see this through to the end with my tongue tasting you and my c*ck marking you. Of that you can be f*****g sure."

Oh yeah, I am so screwed... Literally...

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