POSSESSIVE

Olivia's POV 

Ryan was not speaking to me anymore. This was the first time I had seen him so angry, his face looked strained. His  face was red with anger, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. His jaw was clenched, and his veins bulged out of his neck like thick ropes. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, and his nostrils flared with each angry breath.

He stood stiffly, his arms crossed over his chest, as if he was trying to block me out. and I could sense the effort he was making to keep himself from exploding.

When I tried to approach him, he turned his back on me, taking a few steps away from me, his shoulders rigid with anger. It was clear that he was furious about the news of my arranged marriage to Alexander, the famous CEO, who happened to be a Mafia boss as well.

“You know I'm not in love with him. Even if my parents force us to get married, I'll figure out a way to get out of it, I promise. I want you Ryan. Just you. I don't want to get married to some man I don't even know when I have a man that I'm deeply in love with”, I said, trying to make Ryan say something to me.

He stood still not budging after my speech. He seemed like he did not want to talk about my arranged marriage. But the marriage was likely still going to take place. I needed Ryan in on whatever plan I decided to carry out. 

We stood there, not saying anything to each other, for more than five minutes; the only sound between us was our breathing. The entire room was pin-drop silent..

I started to get furious. This marriage affected me too. I believed in love and I was sure that I loved Ryan. I did not want to be with a narcissistic Playboy, who found pleasure in making people's lives miserable. I wanted Ryan. But Ryan snubbed me like it was my fault that I was getting married to Alexander. It was not fair on me. I did not want to talk about this too, but I had to. 

“Ryan, I need you to speak to me, the silence is deafening”, I said close to tears.

“What do you want me to say Olivia? This news is by far the worst heartbreaking news I've heard in my entire life. I've been working a lot to provide the best for you, to prove to your parents that I can take care of you, to be man enough for you. But now you're getting married to Alexander”, he said harshly.

I felt tense. Ryan didn't look me in the eye. He barely ever did that, and when he did, I knew he was on the verge of exploding.

The last time he spoke to me angrily without looking me straight in the eye was back in college a few years ago. There was a man who constantly hit on me, and since I was in his class, we hung out a lot together. At that time, I was not really in love with Ryan, but he was trying his best to win me over. I made things super hard for him, even though I had admitted that I liked him. He talked to me about my colleague, whom I always hung out with, but he was so angry that he didn't make eye contact with me. Instead, he spoke harshly, saying that I liked him but pushed him away and hung out with other people instead.

I thought it was going to end there, but the next day, my colleague showed up with bruises and refused to speak to me.

“I think you should ask your boyfriend to tell you all that happened. I assume he will be pleased to tell you the story”, my colleague said when I had tried to ask him what was wrong.

I went to talk to Ryan with so much fury in me. I slapped him before asking him what has happened. But to my surprise, he apologised before explaining what had happened.

“Olivia, I really love you. I fell so deeply in love that I don't think I'd be able to get up. You have admitted to me that you like me too and that I stand a chance. I get really mad when you say that you like me but you barely show it. Don't get me wrong, I am the one that is supposed to put in the effort to make you mine, but I need a little support from you. Hanging out with people you know wants something more than just an ordinary friendship gets me agitated. Your colleague, Reynolds, wants something more than friendship, we both know that. If you like Reynolds and not me, then I will not stop you from being with him.  But if you're truly in love with me, I'd like you stop hanging out with him unless it's school related.”

“I am not proud to say that I am a possessive man, but to an extent I am. I don't want anyone else to have you unless you actually do want the person. I promise to take care of you and cherish you like the princess you are. But please, I need your support.”

I felt really sad after Ryan had finished talking. It was true that I liked him. He was really sweet to me. But I was scared that my first proper relationship was not going to end well. I was scared that Ryan was going to take my virginity and hate me afterwards. I was scared that Ryan loved me only because I was from a rich household.

But I decided to give Ryan a chance and he promised never to act violently ever again. From that day, he did very well in controlling his anger. Most times, I could not tell when he was angry until he told me.

But now, the look he had on his face and his entire body language reminded me of the explosive anger issues he had years ago, the rage and the urge to be violent.

I would have been happy about his rage in this case because I would love to see Alexander all bruised up, because I did not like him, and he deserved to be punched a lot. 

But, I knew better. Alexander was a skilled murderer. Ryan could throw punches, but I knew that Alexander could do more than just throw punches. If Ryan went to fight with Alexander, there was a very chance of him losing or worse dying. I could not let him act on his anger.

“Babe, I need you to look at me”, I said sternly.

He mumbled something inaudible before looking into my eyes. His eyes were teary, and I felt like my world was breaking apart. 

I wanted to stand strong and tell him that no matter what we would find a way to be together. I wanted to tell him that we had already made a promise to each other to never break apart and that we could not go back on our promise now.

But my legs were wobbly and tears were streaming down my face. I could not move.

Ryan noticed my state and walked over to me instead, pulling me into a warm hug. We both cried silently. It was a beautiful, yet hurtful moment. Ryan loved me. There were only a few men who could be angry, but still remain kind to their partners. But here was one of the good men on planet earth hugging me and showing me once again that no matter what the situation was, he was always going to be by my side. Why would life want to take someone this rare away from me? Why did life want to give me a narcissistic person for a husband?

“I will not let you go, babe”, Ryan mumbled on my skin, close to my ears. His hot breath sent chills down my spine, my liquid pouring out for him.

“I will not let you go too, babe”, I mumbled as well, my voice barely coming out of my vocal cords. 

“I have plans. Plans to make you fully mine”, he said, still hugging me. 

I pulled out from the hug. “What do you mean by that?”

“I think it would be better if you don't know the details”, Ryan said with a smile that did not get to his eyes. 

“I think I'll like to know”, I said with one of my eyebrows lifted. 

I knew Ryan had come with an idea. But I did not want him to involve himself in any violent action with Alexander. Alexander had strictly warned us not to get on his nerves. We were allowed to still be together. That was enough for me until I could figured out a way to make him sign the divorce papers. But I guess that was not enough for Ryan.

“I won't go throwing punches, babe. I'm not stupid. I know that Alexander is a terrible person. My plan is going to be as nonviolent as possible. Do you trust me?”, he asked.

There was something not right. I could feel it. Alexander seemed to have known Ryan, and Ryan also knew Alexander to be a terrible person. It seemed like they did not like each other, even without me in the picture. Could it be a macho thing to just hate each other for no reason? Or was there something more to all of this, something that I didn't know?

“I trust you but–”, I said, trying to ask if he knew Alexander and what plans he had, but he shut me up with a kiss, pushing me against the wall.

“If you trust me then no buts”, he said reaching for the hem of my skirt and finding his way in with his fingers. 

I let out a loud gasp when his fingers found my panties. I forgot all about the question I wanted to ask when he slid open my panties, his fingers gently rubbing on my clittories as he continued kissing me. His other hand made its way to my breast as squeezed it, and I let out a loud moan which he swallowed into his mouth, not stopping our kiss. 

I knew he was about to pleasure me until I forget anybody else existed.