Chapter 4 #2
She inhaled and exhaled deeply, calming herself. I smiled as I continued speaking in a low, gentle manner.
“Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I want to make a deal with you.” I walked around from the back of the bed and stood before her. I could see the shocked look on her face when she saw my hulking frame. She swallowed…hard.
I can see the terror in her eyes and the color draining from her face as she realizes the seriousness of her predicament. Given my size, I thought she might have recognized me from the market, but clearly, she didn't.
I reached out, grasping her hand. Not too tight, just enough to keep her still and ease her fear.
“Come, let's go downstairs into the parlor and chat, shall we?” She looked at me like I was crazy but nodded, allowing me to pull her up and guide her to the first-floor.
I took her to the sofa and instructed her to sit. I sat on the coffee table directly across from her, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees, with my face only inches from hers. I can feel the gun digging into my stomach.
I reached into my waistband and removed it. Her eyes widened, and she shivered, total fear etched across her face when she saw the weapon in my hand.
“Calm down, pet. I need to readjust.”
I reached behind me and tucked the weapon back into my jeans. I sighed, feeling relieved.
“That’s much better. Now, let’s get to why I am here.
I saw what happened with that twink-looking bastard earlier.
I was going to kick the door in and snap his neck, but once I saw you had him at gunpoint, I knew you had the situation under control, so I sat back in my car and watched the cops take him away. ” She looked at me, confused.
"How did you know all of that? Were you watching me through the window? If you were, how the hell are you getting past my cameras, and how did you see where I put the gun?" I smiled at her. She is sitting so close to me I can almost feel her breath on my face. I’d love to bite those perfect berry-hued lips, but this isn’t the time.
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied.
“All that matters is I can see everything you do, and I have been watching you for quite a while.”
She moved in her seat, wringing her hands in her lap.
“Why are you doing this, and how do you even know me?”
She seems to be a bit more settled. Maybe she finally believes that I will not kill her. Why on earth would I take her life? I have so much planned for us.
I reached out and grasped her hands. They are so small encased in my much larger ones. She didn't move an inch.
Looking at her in that damn tee shirt and knowing she has on a tiny pink thong underneath isn't fucking helping my blue balls. I scolded myself internally and focused on our conversation, taking my mind off my sore nuts.
“Initially, I came here tonight to take you, but I’ve decided to let you choose what happens next. I have a proposal I want you to consider."
She looked at me like I was missing a few marbles, and I probably am, but I don’t give a fucking shit. I am taking her one way or the other, or I will lose what little sanity I have left. She lowered her brow at me.
"I don’t understand what you're trying to say. Why didn’t you ask me for a date like a normal person? Why all this?”
I squeezed her hand tighter, smiling at her pretty little face.
“I don’t do the dating thing, sweetheart. I have a complicated job and am not your average everyday guy. Let’s say that if we had gone out a few times in the traditional sense, you would most likely end up running from me, so this is the only way I can have you."
She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.
"Shouldn’t I be the one to make that decision?”
I grinned at her, showing off my fabulous teeth.
“If I told you I am very dominant and possessive, hurt feelings don’t bother me, and I have no moral compass, I highly doubt I would be your first choice or any choice at all. Tell me I am wrong?”
She cleared her throat, swallowing hard.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t give you the time of day.”
I nodded.
“Exactly. That’s why I’m here now. I was going to take you to my secluded island in a few months, but I decided to let you choose what happens next.
You can continue to stay in your home, but you will keep me a secret from everyone you know and allow me access to you at all times.
That means twenty-four hours a day for one month.
No boyfriends or fuck buddies. I don’t share my property.
What is mine belongs to me, no one else. "
Great!
I'm no longer human, but part of Century 21 Real Estate.
I rubbed my chin and grinned at her.
"After our trial run for thirty days, you are free to go if you still hate me at the end of the month.
I will disappear from your life, and you will never hear from me again.
Of course, there is a catch to it. You must allow me to do as I please with your body.
" My eyes traveled over her chest and down to her thighs in an appreciative perusal.
She stiffened, frowning at me as I continued to check her out.
Shit! He’s staring at me like a hungry lion.
Looking at her again, I smile as my tongue glides across my bottom lip. "I won't lie to you. I want to play with you in the worst way."
Oh, God! He's telling me how he is going to fuck me without actually telling me he is going to fuck me.
I reached out and caressed her arm.
My voice is low but stern.
"I intend to make you mine. I own you now. I want you to be consumed with thoughts of me every day, like I am of you. If this proposal is not an option, I will leave with you right now and keep you at my place until we leave for the tropics. Which do you prefer?”
She was trembling and absentmindedly began playing with her hair—a nervous tick; I sensed. Her green eyes locked onto mine…. confusion written all over her face.
“If I disagree, are you going to kidnap me anyway?”
I nodded and smiled. “Yes, I will.”
I pulled the syringe from my pocket and showed it to her.
“Just a little something in case I need it, but looking at you, I doubt I will have to use it."
Her face twisted in anger.
I could see the storm brewing in her eyes.
“Are you kidding me? None of the choices you gave me makes any sense. You want me to surrender my body, to do with as you please, or I am taken against my will anyway, plus I still must comply with your wishes, which I am betting aren’t too nice.
” She folded her arms across her chest and huffed.
“Well, I don’t want either choice. I prefer you to leave me alone and find someone else to mess with. "
Her dark brows knitted together.
“You’re a good-looking man. I am sure you can have any woman on the planet.”
Smiling, I let go of her hand. “I don’t want any woman on the planet. I want you, and I always get what I want."
"Well, you can't have me," she hissed, folding her hands in her lap. I smiled at her.
"We will see about that. I will give you five minutes to choose.
If you don't answer me, I will make up your mind for you.
If you decide to stay here in your home, discretion is imperative.
Don't get any ideas in that little head of turning me in or escaping.
The police cannot save you. Blabbing to them will not assist you in getting away from me; it will only make me angry, and you won't like me when I am upset. "
I could see her face contort in rage, but she kept quiet.
I continued speaking.
"Whether you stay here or end up coming with me, I will have a tracker inserted into your arm so I know your location at all times. That is nonnegotiable. I also need to know what you use for birth control."
She looked shocked.
"Well, I guess I know what you will be doing to my body," she huffed. I grinned at her.
"You're so perceptive, pet. You don't think I would go through all this trouble just for you to be my housekeeper? Now, what do you use for contraception?"
She rolled her eyes before answering.
"Condoms."
I grinned, running my hands through my hair.
"I hate using rubbers, so I will have birth control implanted into your arm. I can't risk you forgetting to take a pill."
Her eyes narrowed, and she gave me a dirty look, but kept quiet.
It's a good thing for her I let the eye roll go for now.
It was something that would cease once her training began.
I didn't want us to get off on the wrong foot by having to discipline her so soon for her smart mouth and shitty attitude. I can be nice like that.