The sweet, melodic sound of the piano was resounding through the whole house and I hummed along quietly as I sat beside the bed, picking at the food that Nate had brought me not too long ago.
I had been staying cooped up in this very room for over three days. My bum was aching and I wasn’t really surprised considering the fact that I had been in this same sitting position for three straight hours. And despite that, I haven’t even ate half of the food.
I don’t want to eat, but I’m pretty sure Kasan would create a fuss over it if I leave the plate untouched. He’s become so fucking dramatic and overbearing ever since I asked him to release Lucas.
He obviously didn’t want to do it, and I didn’t think he would, but these past three days, I’ve personally heard his voice coming from the living room every once in a while.
That’s one of the reasons why I don’t want to go out. It’s all too overwhelming. Besides, I don’t think I would be able to live with myself if I got anxious in front of all these mobsters whom I’ve constantly been belittling from day one.
Speaking of which, I wasn’t sure how they’ve been treating him down there, Kasan especially. But the fact that I didn’t hear any fights breaking out means that he’s doing fine. Probably better than me.
The slamming of a door redirected my attention towards the entrance of the room and I scowled at the sight of whom I suppose is my ‘boyfriend’. We had sloppily agreed to date and we’ve even went out on a date, yet our so-called ‘dating’ didn’t feel quite right.
That’s one more problem added to the list.
There’s been numerous mishaps since then and Kasan obviously needs some kind of anger management therapy. Besides, he doesn’t even listen to me. Who’d even want a boyfriend who doesn’t listen?
It’s not like I was expecting some lovey dovey days or cringy behaviours from his end, but when have we ever acted as if we were dating except for that one date night?
I mean, I get that Lucas is the MAIN problem but…
What good is a boyfriend who can’t even turn bad days into good ones? If anything, he simply makes things worse.
“Clara…”
In a plain long-sleeved shirt and a black dress pants, he stood before me like one big wall, blocking view of anything behind him.
The fact that he called me Clara and not Princess is a clear sign that he’s either annoyed or angry. I guess it’s time to say goodbye to goofy Kasan.
Not that I really care.
“What is it?” I sluggishly settled the plate on the bed and stretched my legs. His jaw flexed in answer and his annoyed stare dropped atop my figure like a heavy weight. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I squirmed slightly.
“It’s been three days.” He pointed out blankly. “I did as you asked despite absolutely hating the idea, yet you don’t seem satisfied in the slightest. You’ve barely eaten and you haven’t left the room once. Are you hoping to just shrivel up and die?”
This constant nagging again…! Ugh!
“So what?” My brow rose. “You took me in as a prisoner whe–”
“That’s not what this is anymore!”
I jumped, my body bouncing back against the hard wall. Did he just… raise his voice? I’m pretty sure I didn’t say anything ‘shout inducing’ worthy…
I studied his figure with displeasure still stuck to my face. His brows had drawn closer together causing wrinkles to form on his forehead and his ebony eyes were swimming with a tinge of anger. Is this frustration I’m seeing?
“Did I say something wrong?” I sat up on the floor and allowed my back to lean against the wall behind me while reaching out to grab a piece of sausage from the plate atop the bed. “Or are you just angry and taking it out on me?” I threw the sausage in my mouth and chewed slowly as I searched his eyes.
He ran a hand over his face and whilst doing so, his gaze left my body for a short while then darted back to me. This time, the anger in those orbs seemed to have depleted quite a bit.
He dropped his hand to his side and spoke, “That was then, this is now. We’re dating.” He calmly squeezed through gritting teeth.
He’s obviously angry and is unsuccessfully trying not to let it show. How dense.
And what? Things are different? I can’t even count the amount of times he’s reminded me of the circumstances that lead me here.
But I suppose that’s besides the point.
“It sure doesn’t feel like it. I want a boyfriend who actually listens to me, do what I say and doesn’t go around doing creepy stuffs like checking my background. You…” I pointed at him, my overflowing displeasure making the corner of my lips turn downwards slightly. “… don’t have such attributes. To put it simply, there’s no point in dating you.”
At that, his forehead creased again and his brain seemed to gradually comprehend my words. Then as realization begun to climb unto his features, his whole aura suddenly went dark in a matter of seconds. I for one, didn’t see what was so hard to understand in the first place, but it’s good that he’s angry atleast.
That’s what you get for beating my brother half to death even when I told you n—-
The sight of him suddenly marching forward had me blinking in both surprise and confusion. What the hell?
I slid impossibly closer to the wall and on impulse, I quickly ducked my head when he reached for me.
To be honest, I don’t know what I expected. A part of me –maybe 70%– had faith that he wouldn’t hurt me and the other 30% was expecting atleast a hard flick on the forehead or a good tap on the back.
But neither happened.
Instead, he had slipped one hand under my legs and the other beneath my back. Then, in one swift movement, I was pulled into his arms like a bag of air and thrown onto the bed. I didn’t even have time to bounce against the mattress because the second I landed, a body instantly loomed over me, his hot skin mingling with my own as his weight crushed my bones.
The plate flipped over and both it and it’s contents fell to the floor, but neither of us even looked in it’s direction. Kasan was busy glaring down at me while I was busy acquainting myself with the feel of his body so close to mine.
The moment his front pressed against me, I immediately flushed with a dark shade of red and my pristine skin was quickly covered over with goosebumps.
I mentally slapped myself. Why am I even getting flushed like a virgin loser? I get that I haven’t had any action for a while, but this is plain disgraceful!
“Clara.” He whispered my name as he settled between my legs, this time his strict tone was completely deemed as nothing but sexy.
I squirmed. My eyes were clenched closed, so tightly that I wouldn’t be surprised if my eyeballs sunk in a little deeper.
I’m pretty sure he was angry just now, how did it even reach to this?
“Open up.”
The command had me flinching, my squirms suddenly coming to a complete halt beneath him. O-Open up?
On a serious note, did I maybe mistake arousal for anger?
I suppose that doesn’t really matter…. Even if we’re on slightly bad terms, a little bit of sex wouldn’t hurt. I mean, it’s the only way to get my mind off Lucas.
Plus, it’s good that he’s the one offering. If anything, he’s the desperate one.
“Open up.”
He repeated the command with that same cold yet sexy voice. I had no choice but to oblige.
Easing up a bit so my back rose off the bed, I finally peeked my eyes open then with a dainty flip of my hair, I threw my arms around his neck and parted my lips as told. My face drew closer to his and my chest thumped rapidly as I shamelessly anticipated the taste of his lips.
But the contact I hoped for never happened.
A finger poked my forehead and then with one shove, I was falling back against the mattress.
“What are you doing?” He frowned, his face scrunching up. “I told you to open your eyes not your legs.”
My eyes quickly popped wide open at that, bulging out of their sockets like saucers.
Realization dawned on me in an instant and in that moment… if red was a human, I would be it.
“You said there is no point,” he spoke, but I was too caught up in containing my embarrassment to have heard even a word. As if realizing exactly that, I felt his fingers creep between us and grip my chin, steadying my face so I was staring directly up at him. I sent him my best fiery glare, but I suppose I didn’t look the least bit intimidating with all this unwanted heat storing in my cheeks.
I bet he was planning to humiliate me from the get go!
“You said there is no point, right?” he repeated, his breath tickling. “But dating me means that you get to stay in MY mansion, spend MY money however you want and have dozens of MY men at your command. It also means that you’re the only one who can even think of touching your lips with mine and get away with it. Isn’t that enough privileges? Or do you want me to go around doing charity and fucking every woman I see instead?”
I pursed my lips. Why did he have to go and bring up uncalled for things? What does fucking other women and charity have to do with anything? Is he feeding his freaking ego?!
“Answer me.” His fingers tightened on my chin. I huffed but muttered an answer nonetheless.
“It’s not my busi—” His fingers rose a little higher and gripped my cheeks to the point where my lips puckered and my words came out as pure gibberish. “—nus woo yoo seep wit or give handouts.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” His eyes were still glaring down at me but in the midst of our staring match, I couldn’t miss the fact that his face was drawing closer to mine, so slowly that it was hard to even notice. And in the interim, his creeping hands suddenly found my thighs, drawing patterns on the skin that made tingles erupt in all sorts of places.
“Answer me properly.” His lips hovered over mine, barely inches apart. My breath hitched. “Should I be a good boyfriend and only fuck you?”
Without warning, his lips briefly wrapped around my bottom one, tugging on it lightly before quickly pulling back. Within that mere second, my stomach did so many flips I can’t even count. My mind went completely blank and I made the mistake of whining at the loss.
Unfortunately, I was anticipating a kiss again. And that’s probably what scattered my braincells.
“Y-Yes,” I flushed darker. “Though I doubt you were planning on meeting other women if I said no. You’re unbelievably obsessed with me.”
The hand on my thigh stilled at that and he stared silently at me as if searching my face for something. I bit my lip, desperately wanting to just crawl into a deep hole and die!
I want to kiss him. How do I even go about it when he’s obviously not in the best of moods? But I shouldn’t have to ask him in the first place. Even if we’re both gangsters, is this not a normal relationship?
I groaned, conflicted. This is obviously because I haven’t done anything in ages!
The sudden sound of a chuckle had me refocusing on the man ontop of me and I would’ve sworn on my life that it didn’t come from Kasan’s mouth if it weren’t for his blinding pearly white teeth on full display.
“You’re right. I’m proudly obsessed with you, princess.” He chirped.
What the–!
“You’re way too sexy, it’s almost lethal.” His hand which had halted movements on my thigh abruptly started up again and swiftly ran upwards, making immediate contact with my clothed regions. I jerked in surprise, my toes curling inwards as his fingers pressed roughly against me. I grabbed unto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin in an attempt to suppress a moan.
Without wasting even a second, his finger then made a swift turn, easily sliding my underwear aside and plunging directly into my crack in one hard thrust.
This time, I couldn’t hold back a moan as heat rushed through me from the tip of my toes to the ends of my hair.
“Babe?” With his grin still at full force, he dropped his head into the crook of my neck and took a long whiff, his breath meeting my skin sensuously. “I can hardly get angry even though you’ve done countless things that I don’t like. It’s frustrating.”
At this point, I don’t even have it in me to address his lunacy…