6 #100 Days

Luna

As we stepped out of the car, a few men came around us in black suits and sunglasses. They had a serious demeanor and seemed to be guarding something or someone important. The air was filled with an aura of mystery and anticipation as we wondered what awaited us in this unfamiliar place.

"Boss," one of the men in the black suit said, his voice filled with respect and urgency. "We caught him. He's been hiding here all along." One of the men spoke, but Andrew stopped him before he could reveal any more information.

Andrew's eyes narrowed as he exchanged a knowing glance with the men in black suits. "Not here," Andrew said firmly, his voice carrying a sense of caution. "Wait for me and guard that bastard with your lives. I'll go and see what he's been up to." Andrew said as men nodded in unison, diapering into the shadows.

"Are you some kind of mafia boss?" I asked, turning my head to face Andrew. My curiosity was piqued by his commanding presence.

Andrew took my hand and planted a seductive kiss on my knuckles. "Let's just say I am, in a way," he replied with a mischievous smile. "But don't worry, I only use my powers for good." He winked at me, leaving me both intrigued and slightly unnerved by his mysterious demeanor.

We continuously walked through a building, and inside, there were guards in black suits standing at attention. Their stern expressions and earpieces gave off an air of seriousness and professionalism. It was clear that Andrew's presence commanded respect and authority, further fueling my curiosity about his true identity.

"What is this place?" I asked Andrew, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. The luxury of the interior and the high level of security suggested that we were in a place of great importance.

"This is where I live and work," Andrew replied with a slight smile. "It's a private facility that houses my personal residence as well as my office. I value privacy and security, which is why I've invested in such measures." As he spoke, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of work Andrew was involved in that required such levels of secrecy and protection.

"These are weird," I thought to myself. "I wonder what kind of work Andrew does that necessitates living and working in such a secluded and secure environment." The mystery surrounding Andrew's profession only deepened, fueling my curiosity even further.

"Who are you really, Andrew?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. "What kind of work do you do that requires such extreme measures for privacy and security?"

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of secrets Andrew was hiding behind his charming facade. As we walked together, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was much more to him than met the eye.

"You'll know soon enough. But now let's just say that it holds great power and influence," Andrew replied with a cryptic smile. As he pulled me closer, his eyes did not leave mine, and I could sense a mixture of mystery and intensity in his gaze. It was as if he was silently urging me to trust him and venture into a world that was both thrilling and dangerous. "You're about to enter a world you never knew existed," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"I don't want to. Just let me go." I said, stopping in my tracks, my heart pounding in my chest. Andrew's grip tightened, his smile fading into a serious expression. "Trust me," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't let you leave.

"I don't want to; we just met and you brought me here. I can see that you're not a normal person, and I need to know more before I can trust you," I said, feeling uneasy in this stranger's environment. "In just a few hours, I have had enough turns in my life, and now you have come out of nowhere and want to keep me here against my will," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and frustration. "Please understand that I need some time to process everything and make sense of what's happening. Look, I am sorry for spending the night with you, having sex, and sharing personal moments, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to trust you completely. We are strangers after all, and I can't ignore the fact that you appeared unexpectedly in my life." I continued, trying to gather my thoughts, unsure of how to navigate this newfound connection.

"Why me?" I asked, pushing his hand away from my arm. Andrew sighed, his gaze shifting to the ground for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "Stay with me, and I will tell you everything," he said, his voice laced with a mix of desperation and vulnerability. "You don't have a mere idea what you are to me," he continued, his voice trembling slightly. "But I promise, if you stay, I will make sure you understand the depth of my feelings for you."

"What is so hard to understand is that I never wanted any of this," I replied, my voice filled with frustration. "I want to leave and go home."

Andrew leaves my hand. "Go then," he said with a stern voice. "But I follow you there too. I can't bear the thought of being without you, even if it means chasing after you until the end of time."

I kick in the air out of frustration, my anger boiling over. "You psychopath! You can't force me to stay with you."

"I can, and I will," Andrew said, his eyes filled with determination. "I will do whatever it takes to make you see that we belong together, even if it means fighting for your love."

I catch him by his collar and push him away from me, my heart pounding with fear and anger. "I will never love you," I shout, my voice filled with defiance. "No matter what you do, I will never be yours."

Andrew's face stretches with a smirk as he takes a step closer, his arms wrapped around my waist tightening. "We'll see about that," he whispers, his voice dripping with confidence. "I will make you fall in love with me, one way or another. You can try to resist all you want, but I won't give up until you realize that we are meant to be together."

I smacked my head with his and pushed him away, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. "Stay away from me, Andrew. I am not interested in your games."

"100 days; give me 100 days and nights," he says, his eyes locked on mine. "If I can't make you fall in love with me at that time, I'll leave you alone forever." I scoffed, crossing my arms defiantly.

I shook my head. "No way in hell will I live with you for 100 days," I replied firmly.

Andrew leaned closer to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You don't have a mere idea with whom you are dealing," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. "100 days, or I will marry you now," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I stared back at him, realizing the gravity of his challenge. Could I resist his charm for 100 days, or would I find myself falling in love against my will?