Chapter Eight - Meeting his folks

LINXARA'S POV

I ran as fast as I could, trying to get out of this huge place. I kept running like my life depended on it, but it felt like no matter how fast I ran, I was running in circles. Like running from a point and coming back to that same point again.

My visions were getting blurry. I was getting weaker, and before I knew it, I stumbled on the floor, and I felt a sharp pain in my ankle. The pain held me down like a predator holding down its prey. Then he caught up with me staring deep into my eyes like he was going to hit me.

I raised my arm, using it like a shield, thinking he was going to hit me, but he didn't.

Instead, he went on his knees in front of me, and I burst into tears, pleading with me not to hurt me and to let me go. Tears rolled out of my eyes. "Please I am begging you, don't hurt me. Let me go home. I don't want to be here at all. Please. I am not used to this kind of life. I didn't steal your stuff. Please. I want to go home to my mother. I want to -"

"Shhh" He placed his index finger on my lips.

"Don't cry. I understand." He said, pulling me into a hug and making me inhale his dark, strong cologne. His body was warm. I rested my face on his chest, and to be honest, I admired the cologne, but all I wanted was to get out of there. To leave without coming back. I don't want to marry him. I don't want to give birth to his kids. I barely even know him.

"Please don't punish me."

I heard him gulp. "I would never hit or hurt you." He said and the next thing I knew, he carried me up in his arms in a bridal style and took me back in with his men and guards following us behind.

Getting to the room, he placed me on the bed, and when I felt that he might hurt me again, I screamed and tried leaving, but he stopped me. I got uncontrollable by hitting him on the face and chest. I kept telling him to let me go. I know him. He was capable of doing anything to me.

"You can ask me for anything but that. I can't let you go because you are mine. You are mine. You were mine the moment I set my eyes on your ass, Linxara."

I shook my head trying to get hold of the situation. To understand what he meant by those words. That I was his. He doesn't want to let me go so why should I stay here? When he came closer to me, my palm collided with his face, and I used that opportunity to get away from me, but too bad I got caught by him again by the door side. He didn't take it easy on me at all.

He grabbed a handful of my dress from behind pulled me back, and wrapped his hand around my neck, choking me almost to the point of death. His blue eyes pierced and flashed with anger. "I warned you, didn't I? I warned you that you will never be able to run away from me. That you will never be able to get away. You are mine, Linxara. You are fucking mine." With just that, he pulled me closer and forced his lips on mine. Forcing his tongue down into my mouth and kissing me roughly.

I got scared because I had never been handled roughly like this in my life. Even though men are always trying to get my attention and force me to sleep with them, it has never gotten to this extent. Not to this. Not to the point of kissing me.

After kissing me, I went irrational. I couldn't think properly, and before I knew it, he pulled me to himself and hugged me, and more tears flowed through him. I wept, and he only moved to the side of the drawer rummaged through it, and grabbed something that looked like an injection. What was he about to do to me?

Before I could think of running away again, he grabbed me and held me down. He gave me the shots, making me scream and I was covered in sweat. It drizzled on my body that I became so still.

A few seconds later, my eyes were shutting off on their own.

A few seconds more, darkness loomed around me.

***

My vision got blurry as soon as I opened my eyes. My body began to ache so bad that I groaned in pain. It ached so bad that I couldn't stand up. I rubbed my eyes slowly, and when my vision finally cleared, I blinked my eyes, and tears rolled out. I looked around slowly with tears in my eyes trying to understand where I was. Noticing the settings, which looked like I was in a well-furnished...wait, no. This looks like a plane. An airplane.

No way, no fucking way. This can't be. Then he showed his face to me. Paxton was cladded in a blue, jean trouser and a plain white T-shirt. The sleeves were rolled up. He had on that "I don't give two fucks" look. He kept staring at me but not my face. He was staring at my body.

I lowered my face to check if I had dirt on my body just to see that my clothes had been changed.

I got up on my feet instantly but not without a pang of headache troubling me. I held the side of my head for support. I was wearing a tiny strap, a mini gray gown that barely reached my knees. My cleavage was out on display, and I felt so uncomfortable with myself. I hurriedly used my hands to cover my chest.

"Where are we going? Where are you taking me?" I blurted with a frown.

"Calm down. Just sit down." He urged.

"No! I won't. Where are we going, and why am I on a fucking airplane? Answer me!" I uttered in dismay.

"Stop cursing. It doesn't suit you." He simply answered and sat down on one of the well-furnished seats. "That mouth of yours isn't built to curse. You could use it better on something else." He added.

"Well, thanks. Now tell me where you are taking me or -"

"We are in a jet obviously so...."

I rolled my eyes and moved closer to where he was sitting down.

"So?" I raised my eyebrows. "I am taking you with me to Dubai."

"Wait what?"

My heart almost jumped out of my chest. "Dubai? For what? No way. There is no fucking way I am traveling with you to another country. I have never been taken out of Australia. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I fired.

"You can't leave now. We are halfway already. We will be landing in an hour and there is nothing you can do about it. You are stuck with me whether you like it or not, alright? Brace yourself, you are meeting my old people."

My heart dropped.

I am meeting his parents?

Hell no.

No way.