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She opened her mouth and tried to speak, but no words left her mouth. She had lied about the answers she gave him, so that should he be serious about causing her trouble, he would not be able to find her.

How could he know that she was lying? Perhaps her fear was too visible, giving her away. To remedy her situation, she summoned courage, and let her hands drop to her sides in an attempt to assume a more confident pose.

"I'm not lying." She said in a slightly more confident tone.

"Sit down." He said abruptly, startling her.

"I said sit down." He said forcefully.

Tentatively, she took the seat before him and folded her hands before her. Just then her phone started to ring.

She immediately reached into her bag.

"I didn't say you could answer." He told her and her eyes widened with rising panic.

"It's my friend. I'm supposed to meet her outside."

"You'll talk to her after we're finished."

"Please, she might be worried." Boma implored him.

His eyes narrowed at her for a few seconds while she prayed that he would let her.

"Fine." He said finally, the intimidating stare, disappearing. "You can talk to her. Keep your conversation brief and just tell her you will be out in about five minutes."

She resisted the urge to sigh with relief at his words.

"Thanks." She mumbled and proceeded with answering the call. She confirmed that it was Hilda. By the time she got the phone in her hands, it had stopped ringing.

Before she could return the call, the phone began to ring again, so she received it.

"Hey." She said, hoping she sounded lively.

"Where are you? I'm outside."

"Please give me five minutes."

"What are you doing? Should I come inside?"

"No need. I'm in the restroom."

"Oh. I see. Okay. I am waiting."

"See you."

After the call, she stuck the phone in her bag and returned her gaze to Donovan's. Since he didn't say a word, her eyes returned to his chest.

"Look at me." She heard him say again and reluctantly, she met his gaze.

"Let's go over your answers. For your good, do not make the mistake of lying to me again, okay?"

"I wasn't ly..." She began when he leaned across the table and slapped her across the cheek.

It wasn't hard but it stung and was enough to get her in line.

She stared at him, pained and awestruck.

"I said, do not lie to me again, am I understood?"

She nodded, her eyes getting humid.

"I can't hear you."

"Yes."

He relaxed back against his seat.

"What's your name?"

"Boma."

"Boma who?"

"Braide."

"Faculty?"

"Arts"

"Department"

"Literature."

As she said the words, a tear escaped from her tear-filled eyes and rolled down her cheek.

"Now that's better." He said and leaned towards her.

She wasn't feeling comfortable. She was drowning in fear. She flinched, shutting her eyes as he reached a hand towards her cheek. Then she felt his finger gently wiping her wet cheek, so she slowly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze.

"So, Boma." Her name smoothly rolled off his tongue. "Do you have any questions for me?" He asked.

She shook her head at first, then quickly nodded on second thoughts.

He rested back on his chair.

"I'm all ears." He told her.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Donovan."

"Faculty?"

"Science."

"Department?"

"Engineering. I am studying petroleum engineering."

She wasn't surprised. She had heard that most of the bad guys were in Engineering.

"Year." She asked.

"Third."

She was disappointed. That meant he still had two years to go since engineering was a five-year course. If he was going to be her problem in the school then this was a reason to feel disappointed.

As though reading her thoughts, a small smirk formed across his lips. The smirk didn't reach his alluring eyes, emphasizing his daunting handsome looks.

"So I'll be seeing more of you."

Her gaze fell to the table.

"What do you want from me?"

"I like you." He said matter of factly. "I saw you sitting there and I just liked you. I want you to be my girl."

She gave him an incredulous look, unable to believe what she was hearing, but he was retrieving a ring from his pocket. It was a silver ring with dots of sparkling blue.

He sat up again, reaching for her hand which she withdrew in shock. He met her eyes with a Stony gaze that sent her sniffling.

"If I slap you this time around, you will find yourself on the ground and you won't be able to pick yourself up."

Boma reluctantly offered him her trembling hand and he slipped the ring onto her forefinger.

"Wear that always. It sends a message to whoever cares to know around here that you're taken. It also tells exactly who you're with. Don't let me catch you without it. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Come here." He took her hand, pulling her up to her feet and coming to tower over her. "Give me your phone." He said but he was already taking it from her. He dialed his line with her phone and saved his number on her phone contact with his name- Donovan.

Then he handed it back to her, his eyes meeting hers again as one hand held her by the small of her back, pulling her close to him.

"I - I already have a boyfriend." She said, hoping it would dissuade him from his present decision and further decisions.

His eyes narrowed at her in a threatening manner, sending her chest heaving with fear.

"Pray," he said, emphasizing his words by punctuating them. "Pray that I never catch you with any guy. Is that clear?"

Her response was a fearful whimper.

"I said is that clear?"

She nodded, another tear falling down her face.

One finger lifted her chin as he looked into her damp eyes.

Damn, she was beautiful. He couldn't resist tasting her lips, so he lowered his head toward hers. She tried to pull away, so he slipped his free hand behind the hairs on the back of her neck, holding her firmly.

Boma couldn't move at his firm hold on her. He had her face already tilted towards his. Then without warning, his lips came crashing down upon hers, claiming her.

She stood frozen as he claimed her lips. As the kiss went on, still frozen in place, fear still overwhelmed her. At the same time her senses began rolling off her head, because slowly, tiny jolts of desire began to creep over her body, clouding her thoughts.

This was so wrong, her head told her, but her body couldn't move. It had no choice. Still, she reminded herself to refrain from surrendering. He was a brute. He was a bad guy. He was a stranger. He didn't deserve her compliance.

Donovan didn't care about her demeanor. With time, she would submit to him. For now, he just wanted a taste and he was satisfied with what he was taking.

After kissing her to his satisfaction, he released her from his hold. Her eyes looked hazy from the encounter.

"I love how you taste." He told her. "I love that I've chosen well. You can go now. Soon, you will get an orientation about how to be a point one's girl. Okay?"

She nodded. "Yes." She had no choice. She winced a bit. Her lips felt a bit tender but in a bearable sort of way. Damn, she was in trouble.

"Good." He said dismissively and sat down, watching her turn and walk a bit unsteadily out of his sight. He quietly congratulated himself. She was perfect for him. Donovan picked up his phone and stored her contact- Boma. Then he continued with his drink. He had to celebrate finding her.