Chapter 77
Angie pov
Somehow his voice calmed my nerves but also sent a chill to my spine that I shivered.
I found myself hauling towards him, and slipping my ass on the chair beside him.
With a pouted lips, and an apologetic tone I scowled. “You don’t order me like you own every bit of me, old man.”
The air was eerily silent at my words, and cold seeped on my shoulders when he didn’t utter a word. My heart plummeted to my tummy the moment I caught a glimpse of a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
Why do I have a weird feeling that things won’t be going smoothly tonight?
“I owned you, and I ordered you anyhow I like.” His lips were pursed so on the contrary I wouldn’t have believed he had spoken but for his familiar voice.
“You don’t!” I was going to disregard his claim to my life.
He was wrong forever saying he owned me. I ain’t his property or any kind of tradeable material.
But my words dried on my tongue when I received a shocking flash of my life. His fingers dipped into my woman, and a sensational peace overwhelmed my entire body.
My pussy clenched, and my thighs trembled. I collapsed on his shoulders when his fingers slipped in deeper.
He had a serene expression on his face so I couldn’t fathom what he was thinking about.
Whether he enjoys it or regrets ever dipping his fingers inside of me.
“You don’t_” the words escaped in a whisper as his fingers increased the pace within me. My fingers dug into his shoulders and I sank my teeth into my lips to stifle a moan.
No, I shouldn’t moan for a man like him.
“It turns out you’ve been wishing for me to touch you.”
“Don’t lie.” He warned and I swallowed the words back.
“Look at me.” He ordered and my eyes peered into his. His fingers worked wondrously stirring dead feelings awakened.
“Hmm…” I muttered and pried my thighs so he could have some access.
“Angie? I killed your father and you would allow me to fuck you this deeply?” Sarcasm was evident in his tone as he spoke.
I shrugged the guilt off my heart and refused to be self-blameed.
“You were the pervert here who’s so obsessed with my body and had wanted me so badly.” I drew in my breath then spoke. “The question should be the reverse. Perhaps you tell me why you’re so obsessed with the daughter of the man whom you’ve sent to his early grave.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze searching mine. “I thought you’d refrain me from touching you, turns out you’re so cheap. Does this imply that the pride of Arnold’s family was a prostitute?”
A deafening noise sounded, and it took me a few moments to realize my heinous mistake.
I slapped him.
A dangerous, wicked, and callous man.
What if he should kill me or I’m unable to lure him?
Fear gripped my heart at that and I shuddered and rose to my feet.
Hot tears streamed down my face when I caught a glimpse of a steak on his face.
Blood.
I shook my head and choked on my tears.
“You slapped me and you’re crying?” He spoke in a calm demeanor which left me in a daze state.
He wasn’t even irked at my silly act, reprimanded me but had just spoken in a calm tone.
“I-l,” I said in a slur, my pointed fingers trembling in the midair.
“It’s okay, Angie.” He stood and his height loomed over me, while his gaze pierced into my eyes. “Slap me as you want.”
He grabbed my hands without warning and pulled inches away from his face in the air. “Go on and slap me.” He urged in a calm tone.
I pushed him off me.
“You’re sick. I want to return home.”
“Your wish.” He answered and led the way while I walked after him in slurred movements.
I was so immersed in my thoughts that I didn’t realize his heavy build body right in front of me as I bumped into him, and almost staggered.
“You should watch where you’re going.” He said and gestured with his hands for me to walk and lead the way.
I nodded my head and walked quietly, my heartbeat feeling the entire vicinity.
He dropped me at my mansion and said, “Miss Angie Trump shouldn’t forget our vacation which will start tomorrow.” He blew a kiss at me
My cheeks flushed pink, I darted my gaze away and scrambled towards the gate where the guards were already standing.
I sauntered in and paused in my steps, taking one last glance at him before walking away.
As soon as I stepped inside the house, Alex had me pinned to the wall and had my hair yanked.
He spat on my face and tightened his grip around my neck. “Did he touch you?” He gritted his teeth, and venom sparkled in his eyes as he demanded.
I paused for a while to think of what to say, but his persistent nagging rang more in the air, and his fingers dug into my neck.
I nodded, “Yes.”
He let go of my neck.
I gasped and struggled for air then looked straight into his eyes. “I’ve never been fuck in such a manner in my life. He’s such a great fuck and he knew how to take care of his woman.”
He extended his hands for my neck but I caught it in the midair. I sneered and glared at him with hatred brewing within me.
“Let this ever be the last time you’ll ever touch me, Alex.” I brawled and he scoffed, throwing my hands away while his hands came into deep contact with my cheeks.
Holy shit! I cussed.
“Or what?” He dared, veins popping out of his skin, his muscles expanding.
“Or I’ll tell him that you’re a rapist and …”
He yanked my hair aggressively, cutting the words off my mouth. “You think a slut like you have a word to say? Who gave you the impression that you’re special and could talk in that way to me?”
“I’m going to beat you and let you report me to him so you can lure him here so I can kill him once and for all.”
I shook my head, and let out a dry laugh. “He will cut off your hands if you dare to touch me, we are going on a vacation tomorrow.”
Alex chuckled softly, “And you think I’m not aware? You think I will allow you to go with him on that vacation?”
I sighed. “You have no choice Alex, if you don’t allow me to go for the vacation my boss will slaughter you, and if Jack should find any mark on my body, he’s going to cut off your hands. I’d advise you to choose your poison wisely.”