Settle On A Pillow Fight

Rows of endless pine trees and a clear line of more mountains welcome me—nothing special for my schedule this afternoon. A lunch meeting with that land grabber jerk just thinking about his face makes me boil like a burning volcano. Boundless with no choice but to sit down with him and talk about his terms, what an arrogant man!

I halt in front of my old packhouse; the sun and skies are awake as I glance above, stepping out of my BMW bike. That familiar, safe feeling is hugging me right. The beautiful place is undoubtedly my home; I’m so connected to it.

“Ahem, having a moment?” His soft tone brings shivers from my nape to my spine. No need to verify who the hell is talking, the king of anything has arrived.

As I whirl together with my face, I’m able to feed my eyes with his Greek God sculpted body type. Wow, God took his time to create such a masterpiece. I am talking about unfairness. God might be so angry with me to dump me with Axel’s aggravating presence. The man has a bad habit of public body display. He is standing in front of me with his bare chest glistening with sweat, getting me into an idea that he is working out.

“Whatever, do you happen not to own any piece of a shirt?” My voice grows into a fat mockery as I match his prying gorgeous blue eyes.

His lips curve into a ferocious smile, and I can wet my panties anytime in how delicious he looks; setting aside my human desires, Axel is off-limits; I make it clear in my cloudy head.

“Acting so modest after showing your true colors?” He backfires a question with total amusement on his handsome face.

I smirk; oh man, let’s see who has the upper hand, “You should be praising me for protecting myself from a brute who tried to rape me.” I smile at him sweetly.

Axel's face blackens instantly, “Rape is a grave accusation, Robin, believe me when I say that I had no choice but to kiss you that night.”

Had no choice? Jesus, why does he always act impossible with me? I take a few deep breaths reminding myself to stay calm.

“A simple apology can cut it, yet you refuse to admit it; what a total moron.” There I say it with no filter.

He glances at me, putting his hands into his waist. His face shows a hint of regret.

“Fine, why don't we start over? Sorry for kissing you that night; as I said, I have no choice; let’s drop this and call it quits since you threw me into the ground two times already.”

I look at his face, considering if I should forgive the man despite his insincere apology. I only sense pure arrogance.

“My time is precious; I’ll forgive you in one condition.” Try to outsmart me, Axel; you want war? I’ll give you war. I throw him a menacing gaze.

“If you're trying to beat me in my own game, save your energy, let’s talk about how you will get this property back inside. Are you ready to heed my terms?” He tempts me to wink at him, and my jaw dips with his airy attitude, “Don’t just stand there, move!” He adds with a full-blown authority.

I sigh; this man is a hopeless case of narcissism as I follow him inside the house. My sharp claws are ready to scratch him on second thought, maybe later, when my cup is filled with his ridiculous remarks of wit.

I enter the house with so much change, and the rustic vibe is gone. The whole place has been modernized. From the white painted walls to the million-dollar chandelier hanging on the center ceiling, this is my old packhouse, but why do I feel like I’m inside a palace? My eyes search for Axel, who is now behind the kitchen counter preparing tea, still shirtless. Those faultless abs are saying good afternoon to me; I see no wrong in appreciating the view.

“Liking what you see?” Axel pulls me from my flash fantasies.

“What?” I’m striving to deny that he caught me on the spot drooling for his body like a teenage girl. What a shame, Arya, I say to myself.

“Take a photo. It will last longer.” My eyes widen at how far he is taking the issue on a higher level.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much, Mister; you aren't my type.” That drops the cups he is holding leans towards the sink exposing his hotness to my innocent eyes. I slowly turn away from his captivating, charming gaze.

“Running away again? You could have ended in my bed that night if you were not so afraid of backing down after kissing me back.”

I bite my lower lip. He is indeed making me so uncomfortable. My cheeks are turning plum red. I gain my composure back before throwing him a glance.

“Hey, you! Stop acting like that kiss meant something more than coincidence for me; I know you're kind, you are a playboy jerk too good for anyone!” My tone is a bit high-pitched now.

Axel smiles after giving me a calculated look, “If I kiss you right here right now, will you still tag it coincidence?”

I shake my head sideways in a wave of frustration. I’m not expecting this scene; we are total opposites in values and perceptions. Axel has an immense amount of sex drive, even a lamp post with a skirt he’s willing to screw. What an animal!

I’m sending him a sharp dagger-like look, hoping my gazes will make him stop, but he smiles, even more, displaying his dimples. Dear Lord, please don't make me more tempted than I can handle.

“You are a true beauty as is; you blushing right now makes me think you are feeling the heat between us.” He is taking steps in my direction, and my heart is racing so wildly.

“Don’t you dare take one more step, or I will break your bones!

“No, sweetheart, why don’t we settle this with some pillow fight in my bed tonight?”

Over my dead body, Hell no!