3. No walking out of the door?!
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"Not going to open unless I say so" he said, moving back. "You!" I jabbed my index finger in his chest. Perfectly defined chest. His shirt was now lying on the floor.
"You have to lose that habit of yours" I said, out of nowhere as I picked up his shirt. Let's say I forgot I was supposed to be angry with him. I just got a chance to spend some time with him and I might as well put it to good use.
I knew that he had his closet at the back in his study and walked to it. I neatly set his shirt on a hanger and placed it in, skimming through his other shirts.
"Yup! This would do" I smiled, pulling out a night shirt and throwing it to him, like I always did. He caught it, half smiling but his eyes were a tad bit wide.
"You still like ordering me around" he smiled and my jaw dropped. "When have I ever bossed you over? I only select shirts for you because you told me to!" I stomped over to him.
"Point taken" he chuckled and slid the shirt over his head. I did my best not to pout when his delicious looking abs got masked by his shirt.
"I really should go. It's half past eight" I said, looking at the antique clock hanging right above his work table. He shook his head slightly. "I don't want you to" he stated.
"You can't decide for me" I said, anger setting in. How dare he take my decisions.
"My decisions are mine and mine alone to make!"
"The door is mine and mine alone to open"
I huffed.
"or close" he winked.
"How about you open the door and I don't go to the law complaining that you kidnapped me!" I hissed.
"You walked in by choice, correct?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes."
"You must have noticed the cameras"
"So? Don't try and be oversmart!"
"It ain't kidnapping if you willingly walked in" he winked.
"You aren't letting me out when I want to go! This is.. You're keeping me captive!"
"People wouldn't know what happened inside closed doors" he chuckled.
"I'll tell them of course!"
"And you think they'll believe you?" he threw his head back and laughed.
They will, won't they? Why won't they? Of course they will.
Let's not forget the money he has, a small reminder.
That doesn't change anything! This place was filled with honest people and I know it.
Maybe it's for the best if I stayed. I could settle it with him, once and for all. "Let's talk" I bargained and he nodded to the couch.
I sat down, looking at him as he hovered above me, making me feel extremely tiny. "Can you not sit down?" I asked, more like told him and he obliged.
But where did he sit? Next to me! So close! I didn't ask him to sit next to me now did I?
But you wished it.
Let's ignore what my brain decided to remind me.
"For god's sake say something!" I exclaimed when all he did was look at me. "Open your mouth and speak" I said, louder this time.
"I want you in my bed"
"Fine! Don't speak" I hissed, standing up.
"I mean it."
I know you buffoon! I know and I regret asking you to speak!
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Let me be specific. Let's discuss about you trying to make Dylan bankrupt" I said and placed my hands on my hips.
"Nothing much to discuss, is there? I want back the money and if he isn't able to pay, he'll go to jail" he said, crossing one leg over the other and his hands rested at the back head.
I groaned softly. "You cannot do that!" I said.
"I don't have to. The lawyers will take care" he shrugged. I breathed heavily before pushing his leg to its previous position.
I sat on his lap, pulling his hands down and putting them around my waist. I knew I looked angry and I knew even better that he loved it.
"You will do nothing of the sort" I groaned. His eyes began to darken. Uh oh. I think I know what to expect. "I want you to kiss me" he whispered seductively, his hands roaming my sides, making goosebumps erupt all over.
"No" I shook my head, my lips going closer to his. "Do it" he almost growled, his hand cupping the nape of my neck, not letting me pull back.
"Leave Dylan alone."
"Kiss me dammit!"
And with that I lowered my lips to his. Before he could take control I pulled back. He breathed, frustrated.
"Leave him alone" I said again.
The taste of his lips. Oh so heavenly! How did I manage without him? Just how!
"Move in with me."
"Will that make you leave him alone?" I asked, struggling to pull back.
He nodded.
I pushed at his chest and he let me go. I pulled back slowly, still sitting. Don't ask me what came over me but I crashed my lips to his again. I wanted him. So very much.
I loved him. I still do! I don't know how I'll be able to get back to normal after having tasted him again.
He bit my lower lip, making me moan, half in pain I swear! This man has gotten rough. I pulled back again, to find him cursing under his breath.
"Get up" he said, as tried to control his desire. I smirked.
"I don't want to."
"Don't do this to me" he groaned, trying to move me.
I wriggled continuously ensuring he would stop trying to get me off of him. What? I missed him okay!
"Christ" he grunted, lifting his hands in surrender.
I smiled victoriously.
"You should know not to challenge me" I chuckled.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, smirking, making me frown.
I squealed as he tickled me, pushing me on the couch, with him above me. "Stop!" I managed. I almost whined when tears formed in my eyes.
"No more Drian!" I struggled, trying to get him off me. My stomach started to hurt yet I was laughing like a maniac. He stopped.
"What did you call me?" he chuckled.
"Drian!" I stuck my tongue out. I knew he hated that nickname! Only fair to call him that, he called me Bets!
"I'm not letting you go" he shook his head. The seriousness in his voice had me worried. He didn't mean that, did he?
"I will never let you go" he stood up. I sat down, shaking my head.
"You can't do that" I told him.
"Watch me."
"Stop acting like a lunatic" I hit his shoulder.
"You will sign them" he came back, carrying a set of papers, putting them in my hands.
I blinked.
"You are moving in with me."
"No I will not!" I threw the papers at him as I stood up.
"Very well" he said, pulling out an other paper. A newspaper?
I held back a groan as I dropped the newspaper, looking at its headlines.
"Dylan behind bars for stealing from your company? Are you insane?" I
hissed.
"That's tomorrow's headlines" he said.
"Stop this at once Adrian!" I was losing control.
He patiently took out a pen and pushed into my hand.
"I heard your father had two heart attacks and that the next would be extremely dangerous."
I blinked. Oh hell no! He did not just say that.
"When you move in with me, you listen to me and do what I tell you."
Anything else your highness?!
"I said I'm not.."
"Think about your father, your brother. Are you that selfish, sweet heart?"
I gulped, clutching the pen in my hand.
"Sign the damn contract" his voice low and commanding.
I shook my head slowly as my voice decided to betray me. "What would your father say after seeing the headlines tomorrow, I wonder" his cold eyes bore into my fearful ones.
The smirk he wore made him look dangerously handsome all the while his eyes challenged me.
And ladies and gentlemen, I signed my life away.
- Writer
