6: Is it big or not

I stared at him from the passenger seat, “excuse me? Who decided that?” I snapped, raking my fingers through my hair and tugging hard at the ends. 

Art kept his eyes on the road, one hand loose on the wheel, “you only feel fine right now but the adrenaline is going to crash later. I don’t want you by yourself.” 

“Who told you I’ll be by myself? Stop the car right now.” I leaned forward and grabbed the door handle, yanking it even though it was locked.

I snapped my head back to him, “I’m starting to get freaked out by you. You’re actually insane. Why are you following me around first of all?” I glared at him, brows furrowed tight. 

“I made sure you were alive, you’re welcome.” He said it so calm like it was nothing, glancing at me for half a second. 

“No. First of all you found out where my boyfriend lives.” I crossed my arms tight over my chest, leaning back against the seat and tapping my foot fast on the floor mat. 

He smirked a tiny bit but didn’t look away from the road, “I considered your offer for a bit so I decided to look into you myself. I don’t pay people to get the job done. I’d rather see for myself what you’re up to.” 

I let out a loud scoff and threw my hands up, “so you followed me around and you don’t think that’s creepy at all?” I raked my fingers through my hair again, pulling it back from my face while my stomach twisted with anger.

He ignored me completely, just kept driving like I hadn’t said a word.

I punched the side of the seat lightly with my fist. “Whatever, just drop me off. Stop the car right now. I’m going to get you arrested for kidnapping."

He let out a mockery snort as if to remind me he was from a family so powerful, he was almost above the law.

I groaned and slumped down, staring out the window while the city lights blurred past. “This is so not okay, you can’t just decide my night for me.”

My hands started fidgeting with the strap of my purse on the floor, twisting it around my fingers over and over. 

We finally pulled up to this massive building and he parked in the underground garage. He cut the engine and turned to me, “get down.” 

“No way,” I shook my head fast, leaning away from him and gripping the seat belt like it would save me. 

He got out and came to the passenger seat,  leaned in quick, unclicked my seat belt, and yanked me out by the waist before I could even react.

I kicked my legs and shoved at his chest. He scooped me up bridal style like I weighed nothing, one arm under my knees and the other around my back.

“Art put me down right now! This is kidnapping!”I kept protesting the whole way to the elevator, slapping his shoulder. “I swear if you don’t let me go I’m screaming for real.” My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment and rage. 

The elevator doors opened straight into his penthouse and he finally set me down on the sleek marble floor.

I stumbled a step, looking around with my mouth open.

The place was huge, all clean lines. Sleek marble counters stretched across the open kitchen, floor to ceiling windows showed the whole city sparkling below, and everything looked expensive as hell with low leather couches and that soft lighting making it feel way too intimate. 

He walked ahead like nothing happened and pointed down the hall, “I have a spare bedroom, you can take that one.” 

I followed him slowly, still trying to catch my breath, “ypu really live alone here by yourself?” I asked, glancing around at the massive space. 

“Yeah,” He smirked and leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, “it will be yours soon too.” 

“Yeah no, first off, I haven't agreed to this union," I gestured by pointing between the both of us, "I’m not moving in with you.” I stopped in the middle of the living room, hands on my hips and brows furrowed hard while I stared him down. 

He laughed under his breath, “you think our parents will let it happen, living separately? You better decide, this penthouse or your tiny condo.” 

I snapped at him, stepping closer and jabbing a finger at his chest, “let me go. I’m done with you. My dad said we will have a conversation tomorrow.” My voice came out sharper than I meant but the words just spilled out with all the frustration bubbling inside. 

“Yep, families officially meeting to finalise things.” He stayed leaned against the counter, watching me with that same calm look that made me want to scream. 

I paced a little in front of the windows, “doesn’t this feel weird to you? Like we’re adults, we can protest this whole thing.” I turned back to him, leaning against the glass for a second while my mind spun. 

“You seem like you can talk your way out of this. Why are you even doing it?” I asked, crossing my arms tight and waiting for any real answer. 

He changed the conversation fast, pushing off the counter, “if you need me my room’s just next door.” Then he walked off like that was that. 

I headed to the spare bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

The second I was alone the tension hit me full force.

My hands started shaking bad and I leaned against the closed door, sliding down until I sat on the floor.

Realization dawned that I almost got killed tonight. The mugger, the gun, everything flashed back and my chest felt tight.

I stayed there for a minute just breathing, running my fingers through my hair over and over. 

I decided to get some water to calm down. I pushed up and walked to the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the marble counter, and filled it from the fridge.

The cold water felt good going down but my hands still trembled a little when I set the glass down. 

Heading back upstairs I thought maybe a shower would help wash the whole night off me.

I opened the wardrobe in the spare room and grabbed one of those black shirts he had hanging there, soft and way too big.

I was about to pull my dress off and put it on when the bathroom door opened. 

I let out a scream, clutching the shirt to my chest. But then I saw Art walk out of the bathroom completely naked, water still dripping down his body.

What the fuck?!

I raked my eyes over him in utter shock as he stopped in his tracks, staring me dead in the eyes.

My eyes lingered between his thighs a little too long. Damn, he does have a big cock.