I tried to leave since he clearly didn't want me in the room but he didn't move. He remained in that position, taunting me, trapping me, asking me to get out even though he made it impossible for me to do so. He was still staring into my face, looking intently like he could see right through me. I didn't like this. I knew he could see the fear in my eyes. He smelt vaguely of vodka, or at least what I thought vodka smelt like. But he didn't look drunk. His eyes were clear and he was neither stuttering nor staggering. He was breathing into my face and with no air left to inhale, I was breathing him in. It seemed like such an intimate position, for someone whose aim was to antagonize me. "I want to leave now," I said, feeling uncomfortable. He didn't move. Instead, I saw the small trace of a smile grace his lips. "You're actually not that bad," he said, his entire demeanor changing. I had no idea what he was talking about. "You have a face that's worth looking at. I was mistaken.
"Can you at least tell me what you're talking about?" I asked, following as he left the room. I couldn't understand this man and neither could I understand why I was following him. I had been so terrified when he had me pinned against the wall and now I was following him now he'd finally set me free. "That's none of your business," he said, waving a hand at me, not even bothering to look back."Really? You just said I'll do. Do for what exactly? I have a right to be concerned, you know. People don't just randomly tell me I'll do without at least giving me some extra info on what exactly I'd do for…"He was too quick for me. Or maybe I was just too busy talking to notice when he moved. I was underneath him, forced to look up into his face which was only about an inch away from mine. Somehow I was floating. He was holding my back. I couldn't move. I was too close. We were too close. I could smell him. My heart was pounding in my chest, a feeling I couldn't particularly describe swell
"What?" I asked, unable to process what I'd just heard. A girlfriend? And they all knew about it? That explained all the curious stares I'd been getting all day. "Oh my God, I shouldn't have said that!" She said, getting up with a scared look on her face. "Natalie's gonna kill me. I'm gonna lose my job. Master Davis will have my head…" "Hey, calm down," I said sharply. I was getting tired of this. "I've told you I won't tell anyone. Now sit down and tell me what I want to hear." It worked. She only did things when she was compelled to do them. That made me feel bad, but I had many other things in mind. "We were all surprised when he brought you in. We all thought he would get married to her. She's the only person he's nice around." Hearing this, I choked on air. Why was I reacting to this piece of information so badly? Besides, I had a boyfriend as well. Since he had a girlfriend, asking him for the money to treat my boyfriend wouldn't feel so out of place anymore. The girl
Everywhere fell silent, the only voice being that of my father cussing and asking Davis to let him go. But Davis didn't. My father who I'd always respected and almost even feared was being pinned down and humiliated by the man he'd made me marry. How ironic. "Let him go, this instant!" My mother quipped, coming into view. Her voice was firm but she stood at a distance, her hand which was holding a glass of wine shaking slightly as she watched Davis. Sometimes I felt bad for her. She was the one who had to stand up for my dad and clean up after his mess whenever he drank too much and made a fool out of himself. Just like now. "Don't mind him. I'll fucking kill him once I get myself unentangled!" My father responded, trying but failing to get himself loose. This was so embarrassing. I wish I hadn't come here. "Please," I whispered, a sick feeling coming to my stomach. "Let him go." I saw an expression that could pass for pity pass through Davis' eyes before he finally let him go
Davis' POVAs I stood in front of her, threatening her with my mere presence, I wondered what the hell I was even doing. Why was I always looking for an excuse to be this close to her. To feel her trembling beneath me. Her eyes were firmly shut, the same way they'd been when her asshole excuse of a father had raised his hand on her. Surely, she didn't think I would do something that drastic. I would never resort to violence, especially not on a woman. There were way simpler, more effective and foolproof ways to get my demands across. But there was no way I'd tell her that. Her fear amused me and I wouldn't let it go. "Alright, speak," I said into her ear. I held in a chuckle when she shivered at the sound of my voice. "I went to pay for my boyfriend's heart surgery," she said and opened her eyes but she didn't look up at me. Oh. "Then why didn't you just tell me?" I asked. "Because you wouldn't let me speak," she breathed out, trying to pull herself free from under me. But I
Cassie's POVThe day had not even begun but everything was already going crazy. How had I gone from sneaking into my new husband's house in the dark to trying to avoid blows from the aforementioned husband's girlfriend? Not to mention his earlier proposal of our consummating the sham marriage. That had surprised me beyond words. But what had surprised me more than anything was the fact that I wasn't as bothered about it. In fact, a part of me began to imagine it; his lips on mine, his body on mine doing all those explicit things I'd read in steamy romance novels. I'd never experienced it before, since Kayden and I were traditional and were waiting until we got married, but that didn't mean the thought didn't come every once in a while. Unfortunately, Davis had caught up on that. He had to be a psychologist because there was no other possible explanation for how he could read my exact thoughts and pick up on my body language. I'd been curious and almost willing to see what he wou
My excitement knew no bounds. I was jittery, holding the receiver to my ears as my eyes filled with happy tears. "When can I come to see him?" I asked. "You can come the day after tomorrow. We suggest you don't come anytime earlier because he needs to recover until he is fully conscious again." "Thank you. Thank you," I muttered thankfully. As I was about to leave to freshen up, Davis called me back. What did he want now? His girlfriend was glaring at me, but I avoided her glare, focusing my eyes on Davis. "What's making you so happy?" he asked. I shrugged and pointed to my phone. Whatever, I was happy and willing to share the news. "Kayden's surgery was a success. He's going to be okay." "Okay. That's good news." He looked like he wanted to say more, but didn't. I excused myself and went upstairs to the guest room, my room to freshen up. The room was spotless as Gloria had probably cleaned it while I'd been out. I had planned to read some articles online, but once my body
Chapter Eleven I took two steps back, the reality of what I'd just done catching up with me. I'd just acted like a complete fool in front of two strangers who I assumed were Davis' parents. Davis' driver gave me an apologetic look before he opened the door to let the older couple out. I didn't know what to say, shame filling me. If I started to explain, I might make things worse, and from the way they were both staring at me, I could tell they were already very opinionated toward me. "I…apologize for my unruly behavior," I said, deciding it was worth a shot. They would understand, wouldn't they? "I thought it was Davis…" "So this is how you treat my son? You try to bash his car windows?" the woman said. Why had my confidence come at the wrong time? "I apologize. He didn't let me leave the house and I was furious." "What responsible married woman would leave her home by this time? With an attitude like that, it's no surprise he prevents you from leaving," the man said as they wa