Drakes POV
“Nothing happened…” she murmured softly, hiding her face from me, feeling guilty and ashamed. I guess she doesn’t know the extent I can go to protect her and have her all to myself. I knew she was lying, there is no way she would have an affair with my brother, I mean, she dated the guy for over a year, and she never let him touch her. Why would she want to screw him now?
I knew she wouldn’t dare to hurt me that way. I got pissed because her words reminded me of Riley’s threats to me. He claimed she belongs to him, and he said he would take her back from me. I know he was right when he said that he knew her better than I did, his words created this mental image of them being together. The mental picture in my head is very erotic, and when she insinuated that they were together all morning, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t stop myself from getting so upset. The picture was so clear in my head, and all I wanted to do is to beat the crap out of my brother and fuck her until she begs me for mercy. I need her to take back those words and pledge her undying love to me again.
“Of course I know that!
I knew you were bluffing, Mia. If I didn’t know that already, you wouldn’t be in my arms right now. You would have been lying in a pool of blood, Riley’s blood. I’ll make you watch while I cut off his balls and feed them to him.” I responded fiercely. She gasped in shock, and she raised her head from my shoulders to glare at me in shock.
“You don’t mean that, do you?” she asked.
“I wish I did, Mia. But trust me, I mean every damn word that I say to you. No man dares to touch what belongs to me, not unless he is courting death.
I know you were upset because I went back to Rosalie, but that is not enough reason for you to lie to me about something so serious, it’s just not right, Mia. I could have killed someone, and it would have been all for nothing.” I scolded her.
“You can be mad at me, my love. You can tell and scream at me, I still won’t mind. But please, Mia….
Don’t ever fiddle with something as important as this, unless you want to kill someone.” I added firmly.
“Fine, you’ve made your point already, and I get it. So are you going to answer my question now?
Where the hell have you been all morning, and where is she?” She inquired.
“I told you to trust me to handle Rosalie, I told you I have nothing to do with her anymore. Why can’t you just trust me?” I retorted? She threw her head back and laughed at my question, making me turn to gaze at her curiously.
“Don’t you dare look at me that way, don’t you fucking dare!
Oh, so you want me to trust you and not ask questions, is that how our relationship is going to be?” she asked angrily, standing up from the couch, smacking my hand when I tried to pull her down again. She got on her feet and levelled me a stern gaze, looking so mad.
“Look, Drake, I’m trying so hard to see things the way you do, and trust me, it’s not easy. I’m still struggling to accept this new life and to top it all, adding to my already piling issues. Trust is not a commodity that you can buy in a store, it’s hard to come by and even when it does, it wouldn’t have to be one sided. It goes both ways, my love. If you demand trust and understanding from me, then I expect nothing less from you. If you are going to be this rigid and secretive, then I suggest we take a break from this marriage and think things through. After a few week, we would find out if this marriage is going to work, or not.
And from the look of things now, I’m deeply convinced that it is never going to work. I’m not going to sit back and let you boss my around like naive child. For fucks sake, what the hell is wrong with you?
How can you demand trust and understanding from me, when you obviously feel nothing close to that for me. You fucked me so hard because I lied about having an affair with your brother. You knew it was a lie, you knew I was teasing you, and yet you chose to punish me for my actions.
How could you be so selfish, Drake?
Who the hell are you and why are you being so secretive, why have you refused to tell me anything about yourself, what are you hiding from me Drake?
Spill it out now, or I walk out of this office and head back home to my father.” She threatened me angrily. I’ve never been threatened by her this way, so there is no telling if she is serious or not. So I decided to call her bluff and see what she is capable of doing. I wasn’t hiding anything from her, I was going to tell her the truth today anyways, but I just want it to be at the right time. The truth is that I trust Mia. Yes, I do, I trust her completely and I’m sure she will never betray me or spill my secrets to my enemies.
The only problem I’m having is the fact that she is nothing like me. If this was her sister, Carrie, it would have been so much better. At least she is used to the night life and I know she has been involved in some activities that brought her close to some mob bosses. She knows the drill, she knows how these things work.
It would be so much easier to explain to Carrie without trying so hard to choose and select my words carefully. But Mia is a different issue altogether. She is so conservative and cool. I would gave to be careful while explaining these things to her. One wrong move could send her running the other way, going as far away from me as she possibly can. So you see, telling Mia everything about me is not the problem, my problem is that she may not understand it, and if she gets the wrong idea about my lifestyle, she could leave me for good.
“You wouldn’t dare!
You belong to me, and there is no way in letting you go. Not even your father can save you from my wrath!” I retorted, matching her glare with mine, daring her to leave. She smirked evilly and she turned around to pick up her clothes and head to the restroom. I know that she is calling my bluff, and I know that is so fucking stubborn. So I ran to the door and locked it, then I pulled out the key and put it in my pocket before sitting down in the same position, waiting for her. She came out a few minutes later, fully dressed, with her hair pulled up in a ponytail and her makeup back on.
“What do you think you are doing Mia?
Where the hell do you think you are going to?” I asked her, feigning ignorance. She ignored my questions and walked over to her table. She pulled out a file and threw it on the table next to me.
“I looked into our company like you asked me to. While you were doing whatever it is that you were doing with your girlfriend, I was actually busy working on our company’s past cargo manifest and other details from the past. I took some notes to explain everything that I found out. You can help us verify it so we don’t make the same mistake that made us lose our ships. I mean, that is the deal we signed right?”
I chuckled when she reminded me of our deal, I can see that she is so ready to get into a fight with me, she has no idea how cute she us when she is pissed at me. I would have laughed at the theatrics, but I had to maintain my straight face so she doesn’t suspect anything.
“This is not necessary, Mia. We can talk about this, it doesn’t have to be this way. I’ll look into the files, well have it sorted out before you finalize the contract with the government, that is not a big deal, I can handle it. But please sit down for a minute, let’s sort out this issue between us once and for all. We can’t keep fighting forever, my love. Please sit,” I pleaded calmly, but she paid no heed to my words. She gathered her stuff into her bag and tried to walk away, then she turned to me with a smile,
“I’m out of here, Drake. Don’t even try to stop me, and don’t look for me until you make up your mind to tell me everything I need to know.” She let out firmly before storming out of my sight, heading straight to the door.
“Mia, sit down right now!” I called out to her, but she ignored me tried to open the door. She pulled at it for some time before realizing that the door is locked.
“Ahhhhh!” she screamed in frustration, throwing her bag to the floor in anger.
“I hate you!
I hate you!
I fucking hate you!” she screamed hysterically, as she ran towards me and straddled my hips, hitting me repeatedly.
“You can’t keep doing this!
You can’t boss me around!
I hate you!” She continued screaming at me. But all I can think about is the fact that she is sitting on my dick and I’m getting hard again.
“Are you ready to go another round?” I teased her, earning more slaps from her tiny, soft hand.