Breaking The Rules

4

I sat with my heart racing at the fact that I was just manhandled by a guy that I'm now realizing I don't know. I want to scream or even cry as my reality is slowly driving fear into me with scenarios of my murder.

All the doors are locked, the windows are all rolled up and I'm made painfully aware of the heavy tint all around.

"Hey. When you're done having a mini panick attack can you get up so we can go get some food? I'm kinda starving."

I turn to see we're parked outside a food truck about a half way point between where I worked and my place and I released the breath I held as I stepped out the open door he held for me.

"Um, thanks." I say awkwardly as I brace the front of the car.

I knew the food truck was cheap but I didn't have any money on me and wouldn't have until the end of the month when I got paid. After all, I do walk to and from work everyday and I try to save in as much money as I can in case of emergencies.

Thinking back to last night, I was so happy I didn't go drinking because honestly, how?

"I'm not really into fast food. I'll just go home and make something."

"Really?" He says to me as he raises his eyebrows in suspicion. "Cause it seems to me like you could use some fast food in your life".

We reach to the front and my tummy decides to embarrass me by making a loud rumble at the smell of the delectable food.

"Mmhmm. Just as I thought." He smirks before shaking his head and looking up at the guy. "Lemme get 4 burgers, 4 hotdogs and 2 large fries." He pulls out some money from his pockets- way too much to have in this neighbourhood- before he continues. "Oh, and gimme 4 large water."

I wait in silence for the food to be ready before helping him put them in the backseat of the car. He once again opens the door for me and I quietly wait for him to get in.

"Here." He hands me a burger and water. "You can start on this as I drive us back to your place."

I wordlessly collected the food before mumbling thanks and try as I might to eat slowly, my hunger got the best of me and within a minute, my food had vanished.

We arrive at my place in less than 5 minutes and I tried not to feel envious at the fact that with transportation I would be to and from work in 10 minutes instead of the hour that I usually take.

"Um... thanks again for the food and ride home." I say again as I hop out the door he held open for me.

"What, you not gonna invite me in?"

I stare at him with a 'really' look on my face but held back my remark as I instead lead the way inside.

"I don't have much but I pay for it so it's mine and it's enough." I say as I see his judgemental eyes roam my cramped space.

"I didn't say anything." He defends. "Here. These are for you." He takes a hotdog and water for himself and leaves the rest of the food on my couch as I don't have a dining area.

"You don't have to-"

"I was here yesterday. Your mini fridge is practically empty and so is your cupboards. Take it and stop arguing with me."

"I don't need your charity."

"It's not charity when you're mine. Don't you know what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine."

"I don't have anything to give."

He smirks before coming into my personal space and looking down at me. Pulling my chin up so that our eyes meet, he responds. "You're mine. That's good enough for me."

"I-"

He sighs. "When you look at me with those eyes I begin to lose the will to control myself, Zachary."

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before reopening them and releasing. "Do you know how tempting you look right now?"

I stare up at him, not sure how or if to say anything.

"Every time I say I won't touch you, or kiss you- hmm, you're so fucking-"

He pulls away from me and slips his hands in his pockets before once more looking over at me and I exhale.

"I'll pick you up from work as often as I can. I usually work odd times and I disappear a lot when I work but I'll try to be at your workplace at 6 until 8 when you get off, okay?"

I nod as I'm still lost for words.

"Just look for my car when you knock off."

He takes his phone from his jeans and looks at it before closing his eyes and sighing.

"I gotta go. Duty calls. Can I kiss you goodbye?"

Still I remain quiet as I stare at him.

He closes the gap between us once more but refrains from touching me. "I need to hear your voice please. Don't make me beg."

"Yes." I breathe out and my voice is raspy and low.

"Say it again. Say it louder."

He looks at me and I immediately reply as commanded.

Without another second lost, he pulls my waist to him and kisses me deeply. I can feel his hardness pressing against my stomach and I completely submit to his dominant onslaught as he overpowers me without even trying.

"Where have you been all my life." He whispers again as he looks at me. "I don't think I can share you with anyone. Ever."

"I am not yours. " I respond as a tiny bit of my sense comes back to me. "I don't even know who you are."

"I am yours and you are mine."

"I-"

"Say it." He commands as he presses his hand to the wall behind me and uses the other to keep me there by my waist.

"I'm yours."

"And?"

"And?"

"And you are mine." He prompts.

"Okay." I agree.

"Say it."

"And you are mine." I reply.

He smiles before finally releasing me and walking the 2 steps to the door.

"Lock the door securely behind me." He commands before pulling it shut.

I exhale again and do as I'm told before slipping onto the floor as I tried to get my heart rate under control.

His brown eyes were so distracting that I couldn't think for myself and I press my palm against my chest as I tried to breathe regularly.

Wait, did he say that he's my boyfriend?

Who the hell agreed to that?