Chapter 3

I closed my eyes expecting his lips on mine, not that I wanted to but based on his proximity? Just a move and it'll happen.

I suddenly felt his words on my left ear, "I won't kiss you now", he said with his ever husky voice. Somehow, I felt disappointed.

I know I shouldn't but I did and that made me want slap myself on both sides of my face.

Like hell?!

Do I want to be kissed by him?

I thought I did not want that?

I asked myself and I saw a part of my brain nodding.

And my other self?

Protesting like a mad woman.

This is why I don't want to see him again or worst, be near him and be touched by him.

He made me confuse and weak and vulnerable.

I can't think straight.

I know this is wrong. I shouldn’t want him or his kiss or his touch or even his look on me.

His look that made me want to surrender sweetly and be just his.

And I know I can't.

I felt his arms encircling on my body, his hands found the curves of my waist. He's hugging me tightly as if he's afraid I'll be gone in a matter of seconds.

He inhaled loudly and exhaled the same. He seemed to be tired and I've wanted to comfort him but my body just won't move.

" I won't kiss you today because I want to know first that you are mine, love," his voice was soft and gentle.

“You have to remember how I own you. You are mine then and now and for always. I already told you last time. You won't and you can’t escape me now”

Suddenly, a memory flashed before my eyes.

"Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold.

"I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words.

The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes.

"YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine.

A caress against my hair brought me out of the faraway past.

"Why aren't you angry at me? I left you?", I can't clearly fathom how did my own voice sounded like. 

I don't even know if it came low or high, or soft or hard, or loud. I don't even know if he heard me because he's not saying a word.

He's not answering my question.

A feather-like touch caress my hair. I stiffened without any particular reason.

" Oh... Believe me, love, I am more than angry with you", he continued his gesture with my hair. "But do you know what angers me more?".

He slowly lifted his face to look at me but I was already looking down at the floor.

He used his index finger to make me look at him. At his eyes, which are now seemed to be a shade of a darker color than he usually had.

" It greatly angers me that someone had touched you the other day", his speech taken me aback.

Touched? Me? The other day? What?

I can't remember what he was talking about and he saw through me so he further said, " Your friend? At the restaurant?"

That was the time everything had been clear to me.

He was talking about William.

"You're mist---", my words were cut by his fingertips landing on my lips.

" I know a touch when I saw one and believe me, that's one example", he gritted his teeth.

Wait. Why do I feel like I'm being accused of cheating?

And he's not on the position to get mad or whatever.

I grabbed his wrist, the one hand that's on my lips and harshly throw it away from me.

"I don't have to explain to you or answer to you or even care of what that made you feel, “I tried to push him away and somehow I made a way for myself to escape his sweet prison. I quickly stepped away from him, now facing his back.

He slowly turned to face me again and stepped towards me.

" Oh! Of course you have to", he smiled deviously that sent shivers to me. This is not getting good.

"Remember? You are mine..."

"I'm not", I voiced hard.

His smile diminished to a scowl and his eyes turned into slits that could cut my soul apart.

" I don't believe I heard you right, love", he put a finger on his ear.

"Don't call me that!", I spat at him but he was less affected.

" Don't call you what? Love? Why, love? Does it get to you? Does it make you angry?", he chuckled and took a step to his chair.

Sitting down, he watched me with a playful look.

"Can we stop this game already?", I pleaded. I was getting tired of fighting with him.

He looked at his plate and I know he was thinking of something.

" Game?", he silently said. "What game?", I noticed his voice getting a little higher.

" Did you just think this is a game? That I am playing games with you.I am not playing any games with you, Trish", him calling me by my name was a sign that he is clearly not happy with me.

" And even if I do, I'll make sure I am going to win. And I'll claim my prize", he stood up "You are mine," he said with finality and conviction and he walked out of the kitchen and his angry footsteps sounded like thunder before a storm.

I heard the slamming of the door.

I smiled bitterly getting the feeling that he was not going to stop.

I put my hand on my face feeling dizzy. I held onto the wall near me to keep me from falling but then, i slowly slid to the floor.

He should stop.

I am scared... for him 'cause I know this whatever he calls this, is not good for him.

I am not good for him.

But how can i stop him from convincing my father of the merger and of the engagement?

I sighed loudly as i leaned my back on the wall looking at the ceiling.

I am afraid of him.

And most of all...

I am afraid of myself

Especially around him.