NEXT ENCOUNTER

It was a Sunday evening, a perfect day off for me. I was expecting him to show up or do something again but surprisingly he didn't. I was on my way to go outside when my dad's second-in-command stopped me and asked me to go to my dad's office.

I entered his office and he was sitting there busy reading some papers.

"You asked me to come?" He didn't even look up to acknowledge me. "I am going to meet few important clients and you are coming with me," He was ordering me again like a bastard dad he is to me. I don't get it like why all men around me always want me to listen to them and do whatever they want.

"I have my plan today I cannot make it today. " And he gave me a sharp look. "I didn't ask you that you have plans or not it's an order and you are coming," "What makes you think that way?" I snapped at him.

"You want to be locked here for days?" He knows what I hate the most and it is being caged. I grinded my teeth, keeping my seething anger to myself.

"Fine," I turned on my heels and left his office of course after slamming the door of his office hard. One day I'll destroy him and then I don't have to take orders from him.

I went back to my room and chose a revealing dress for myself because that is what he exactly wants, to show me around.

It was a silver color backless with halter neck whose hem just ended at my mid thighs. It was hugging me at right places giving my figure a curvy look.

Perfect!

I went for a dark shade of red lipstick with a winged eye liner, my favourite bracelet and pair of silver sandals.

We left for one of the five-star hotels which is owned by Pirus that is name of our mafia. There were already three men seated waiting for us, the whole floor was booked for today as there were only people from mafia dining, every person there were armed.

I could see the staff working there was scared because anytime anyone sitting there could decide to fire and this place will be a pool of blood.

I took a seat next to my father uninterested in the business he was here for. Drinks were served with starters and I studied the whole place, I noticed that there were people from other mafia gangs too and then for a second I thought that can he be here too?

I tossed the thought of him being here with the glass of vodka in my hand but then that strange feeling hit me, the feeling of being watched by pair of the same blue eyes, the feeling of being stalked by him, I could make out he was sitting behind me as that was the only seat I didn't had a look at.

"Olivia, Mr. Wilson is asking for your name," And I realised I zoned out. I gave a quick fake smile and he took my right hand so that as usual he can kiss on the back of my hand and we could exchange the pleasantries.

The food was served and everyone was eating and discussing some boring stuff. I had to excuse myself as I wasn't liking this feeling of being watched.

"I'll use the restroom," I excused myself and turned. He was sitting there with a glass of whiskey in his hands and his eyes on me, he was totally uninterested in the convoy he was there for, I ignored him and went straight away to the aisle that leads to the washroom and I heard footsteps following me, what the fuck is wrong with him, is he not scared that what will happen if my dad's men will find him around me.

I ignored him and quickened my steps only to be stopped by him. He pulled my hand and pushed me inside the men's washroom.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Thankfully there was no one inside excepts us. He locked the door from inside and pinned me against the door and my back felt the hard wood against it with our body’s inches away from each other. I noticed his sharp jaw lines and how handsome they make him look. I was seeing him after four days he had scruff grown on his face, his scruff made him look sexier.

His breathing was hard and he seemed pissed but why? Don't tell me he is going to bring what I told him last time again.

"Let me go, I need to use the washroom," He didn't move a bit instead inched closer diminishing the distance between us.

"Miss. Vitalio no doubt you are looking sexy as fuck and I won't mind fucking you the way you deserve," His sinful voice with the scent of whiskey. He stopped and my breathing hitched with every single word he was saying.

And he continued, " But you know what I'm a territorial man and of course I won't like someone seeing my girlfriend in something so revealing. "

A possessive jerk.

"I will wear whatever I want," i snapped back. He was more pissed. He had a smirk on his face and declared victoriously, "Of course you can but only in front of me."

What was wrong with him, why he is acting like I belong to him. Without saying another word, he took my right hand and shoved it in front of the running tap. " What the hell are you doing?" He didn't let go of my hand and I knew my protests were of no use, his hand was rough and too big for my little ones.

"Don't let fuckers kiss you randomly for no good reason." Wait was this the reason he was pissed. He continued rubbing the back of my hand and dried it with the tissue.

"Stop acting like.." before I could complete he cut me off saying," You didn't understand me when said that be my girlfriend. Did you? No worries I'll tell you. " He pulled me closer with his eyes on my lips and fingers lightly brushing my bare back, "It means you belong to me and only I can see you, touch you and," He came closer with his lips almost touching my ears and continued," taste you."

His words should have infuriated me but they were turning me on. I need to think straight and compose myself.

His face came back again in front of mine. I was unable to form words to say anything to him. He was the devil dawn in the clothes of angel, you can't be drawn to him by his words.

His thumb came up to trace my jawline and he made me look into his eyes.

"You are mine, Miss Vitalio." And it was the devil telling me that I can never belong to anyone else but only him.

I heard my dad's bodyguard calling for me, they must have thought that what's taking me so long but I can't exit from men's washroom that to with him.

"They are looking for me," What was wrong with my voice why was it so soft. He ignored what I said to him and said, "You said that you will never be my pet,"

No, no why he is bringing this topic again.

I waited for him to continue. "Trust me when I say it you will happily be my pet and I'll make sure you enjoy being one for me" And he was done. He gave me a one last look and left me there with my throbbing core.