“Keep the fuck away from me,” he warns as he pushes me away from him, and I can’t help the laughter that comes from me. A full, hard belly laugh that I haven’t experienced in years.
“You’re too precious. That was hot.”
“You’re a fucking psycho.”
Taking him off guard, I fly toward him and grab him by the throat and pin him to the wall.
“I’ll let you have that hit for free. But next time, I’ll fight back and it will only guarantee one thing. You. Bent over for me.”
He wrestles for a moment before managing to push me away. We’re both breathing heavy, panting. The only sound in the room is our breath and it's deafening. So fucking hot.
“You try that shit on me, and a knife will be in your throat.”
“Hmm stop talking dirty to me and get the hell outta here before I claim that little ass of yours.”
With a caveman-like grunt he storms out of the office and slams the door behind him.
He loved it too. I could tell by his cock standing to attention like an obedient soldier.
5
SIMON
T hat motherfucker.
“What’s wrong? You’re all flushed,” Jules says as I storm toward him and get in the car, slamming the door so hard the
car shakes.
“Hey! Lev will kill you if you hurt his baby,” Jules says as he gets into the driver's seat.
“Now answer me, what the fuck happened?”
“Nothing happened! It's just…I can’t stand the guy. He’s disrespectful, turned up late and has an ego so big I’m surprised he could fit his head through the door.”
“He’s not that bad and he’s never been late to any meeting I’ve been at.”
“Well then he’s just an asshole for me.”
“Doesn’t help that you’re a bigger asshole. You are annoying, Si,” Jules says, and I punch him in the arm.
“Just get me the fuck home.”
“Yes, sir,” he says sarcastically and I ignore him. Preferring the quiet.
What the hell was Carlos thinking in there? Talking to me like that and touching me in that way? I can’t believe I froze. It was like going back in time to when I was with Leo and it threw me. Of course it felt nice and I hated that. I don’t need or want that. And what was the tussling all about? Oh God, will he tell Lev I hit him?
I doubt it. The freak seemed to enjoy it. I kind of did too, if I’m honest. I need distance from this guy, he is proving to be too insistent when around me. I’m all over the place when near him. Every guy I’ve hooked up with was just a transaction. I was attracted to them, but it was just sex. This thing with Carlos is weird, like he is pulling me in with an invisible rope. That connection across the dancefloor that you hear those annoying romantics talk about, I thought it was bullshit. Yes, I had connected with Leo, but I thought that was because of the extreme circumstances we were in. We became each other’s safe haven in a bad situation. But with Carlos there is no explanation. If I was crazier than I already am, I would accuse him of voodoo.
I need to stop this. I will not cave or let him try to go all alpha on me.
It feels like hours until we get back to the mansion and I just want to take a shower and go to sleep. Talking to Carlos is like a job in itself.
As we pull up into the driveway I pray that not everyone is home. I’m not in the fucking mood. We both get out of the car and make our way inside, but it doesn’t go unnoticed that we have arrived home. Like overprotective parents, Dima and Lev are standing in the hallway when we get inside. Shit, did Carlos call them? The fucking snitch.
“How’d it go? Did you manage to smile?” Lev says. Dima and Jules laugh because he’s so fucking funny.
“I was professional, unlike that dick. He kept me waiting,” I say, annoyance flaring up again remembering the interaction.