Chapter Twelve

Clyde

 Flashback continues

"Stop being silly Daniel, You're not leaving. You know it's late and we are tired, Here is what we will do.”She took my hands in hers pulling me towards her.

“We are going to stay up all night talking,you will have the whole night to think about it and tomorrow morning will be a new day,a new start, so come on, let’s go.I’m freaking wet here .” She moved her feet in the place.

"Your absolutely right , let's not let the princess wet her slippers." I took her in my arms bridal style running towards her house.

"Yeah please save the slippers." She giggled in my arms.

As I stopped to catch my breath on the three stairs in front of her door, she studied my face with her eyes and touched my jaw with her fingers. I had to control myself around her, she was underage but I loved her so much. I had to shut up my mind because she was underage. I quickly place her down as I try to calm myself.

"Where are we going? up through the tree?" I already knew the answer.

"Yes, you go up through the tree, the window is open. I'll go through the front door I'll find you something to wear." She smiled sweetly and I was already in love with every feature of her angelic face.

That was the first night we slept together on the same bed, hugging and not speaking. Just holding each other like the next morning would be the end of the world.It was the best day of my entire life.

Flashback ends

Now I was holding her the same, because I knew when she would wake up she wouldn't want me close. I couldn't sleep all night because I wanted to enjoy her touch, her scent. I was longing for her for a long time. I had missed her like crazy. The next morning I would continue my revenge on her and her family, but at that moment I just wanted to be Daniel again and held my Olivia into my arms.

Olivia

When I woke up I had no handcuffs on me, probably he had taken them off when I was asleep. I was alone, I checked the bathroom, he was nowhere to be found.

I called my father as soon as I finished my morning routine.

"Hey Mrs Harrison, how do you feel as a married woman? " My father sounded excited.

" What do you mean Mrs Harrison? I kept my last name. What married woman are you saying dad for God's sake! You know why I got married! " I spat through the phone.

"Yes you did change your last name baby girl, yesterday when the man asked and your husband said you were taking his last name." My father informed me.

"What? When did he ask that? Why didn't I hear it? " I revolted.

"You should know that, weren't you present at your wedding day?" My dad found the right time to joke around.

"Ok, whatever, I'll talk to the devil. "

"To who?" My dad didn't understand.

 "Never mind. Have you called your friend yet? Has he begun investigating Daniel? " I had to push my dad into calling that man every second of the day.

"Huh? Yeah, yes. I've called." He cleared his throat. He always did that when he lied.

"And?" I continued his game.

"And nothing yet. He doesn't have information yet."

"Dad, if you haven't called your friend yet I suggest you do it right now otherwise I'll get the media and I'll tell everyone that I'm getting divorced from mister Harrison." I threatened my dad through the phone.

"Don't you dare Olivia!" My father growled from the other side of the phone.

"Keep your part of the deal. I want proof that you are keeping your word. I'll be at the office later. Bye." I hung up the phone.

At that exact moment the devil entered the door.

"You should have knocked, I might be changing my clothes!" I growled at him. I was pissed at my father.

"Good Morning to you too wifey. Well we are married now you may change your clothes in front of me." He smirked going towards the closet.

"You won't be able to see this not even in your dreams." I signaled for my body.

He turned his head, checked me out head to toe and made a not impressed face.

"Just one female body more." He shrugged turning his head away looking for some clothes.

"Oh, I'm really sorry, I forgot female bodies rain in your parade every day and you are so used to them. Don't worry keep doing whatever you're doing with them and I'll do whatever I want with my female body. "

I turned my back on him, not expecting him to come from behind me and held me by my jaw while he leaned into my ear and whispered:

"I'll bury you with my own hands in order for no one else to have you. Dare and let anyone that is not me touch you and I'll hang their hands in the walls of this room as a decoration."

He growled at the end sending shivers on my spine. He let go of my jaw. My heart was beating fast, his words scared me but I couldn't let him know how scared I was.

"You are sick! You are a psychopath!"

I turned around pushing him on his chest with my palms but he was not moving from his place since he was bigger in body compared to me.

"What are you going to do?! Are you going to show your strength to me?First you handcuff me then you what? Are you going to beat me?! Are you going to rape me? Huh? Does that make you feel like a man?"

All the time I yelled at him I pushed him at his chest and he stood like a stone until he growled.

"Enough! Do you think I'm capable of hurting you?"

He walked towards me and I walked back until my back was against the wall. I should have chosen the door, to run away from him, but him taking long and angry steps towards me made me panic.

"Do you think I can hurt you?” He punched the wall on the side of my head while I stood there with widen eyes in terror.

"I want to hurt you! I want to hurt you so badly, but I'm incapable of doing it." He said it more to himself leaning down until his forehead touched mine. I

 put my hands on his chest trying to push him away from me, but he took my both wrists in his hand and put my hands over my head.

"Stop! Just stop pushing me away for a moment." It sounded more like a pleading.

Why would he be so desperate to be close to me? I was feeling his breath on my lips, I struggled under his hold and turned my head to the side. He had a disappointing look on his face, I felt almost guilty when he looked at me like that before he released my hands then he ran his hands through his hair. He looked really pissed off, not at me but more at himself.

I took a deep breath of relief when he went out of the room, but not a second after he went out he came into the room and held each one of my wrists on his hands putting them up beside my head. He kissed me roughly, and I felt something I had never felt before in my lower belly. It scared me that feeling, but it was different, it was exciting. I couldn't resist his lips although I tried hard to do it. I didn't know why I felt so attracted to him beside the fact that he was a gorgeous man. It was the feeling of his lips on mine, his intoxicating scent and the tingles of his touch left on my skin.