You are MINE!!

Chapter 22

I'm sitting in Ferrari SF90 the car I wanted to buy if I win any lottery.

Or when I force my future billionaire boyfriend to give me as a gift.

But I never thought I would be riding in this car with the most annoying person ever.

'My date with my future billionaire boyfriend, all in vain...'

I sigh.

I sigh again.

"Stop the fucking shit you are doing. It's irritating me"

"Don't you understand I'm doing that to irritate you? "

'DUMB HEAD'

"Can't you just fucking stop. I'm driving."

"What did I do?"

He groans annoyingly and punches the horn.

At least it makes me a little happy to see him this way.

Can't help it sometimes I am a sadist bitch.

We ignore each other for the rest of the drive in the awkward silence for no reason.

He stops the car in front of the big building where I never want to be on my weekend.

"What are you waiting for? Get out!"

"No way in hell I'm getting out of this car."

"Fucking hell! this crazy bitch of a girl."

"Ahh!! what did you call me? Crazy bitch? Me? I'm not a crazy bitch, I'm a BadAss bitch."

"Ok, then badass bitch Get. Out. Of.My.Fucking.Car."

Sebastian says grinding his teeth.

'If he does not want his teeth should I punch him and break it'

Like why grind them every time.

It's going to be hard for him to eat looking at his condition nowadays.

Hesitantly I got out and I wait for him.

He glares at me before going to park his car.

Without giving a second look he goes somewhere in the backyard and like a lost puppy I follow him.

"I swear to God if you kill me here I'll haunt you forever especially whenever you have sex or even kiss anyone."

"Dì una parola e ti ucciderò sicuramente." say Sebastian giving me the worst glare ever.

'A husky voice with a British accent cherry on top of that pretty face speaking Italian...'

'The Impact...!'

For a second I forgot how to breathe.

Controlling myself not going crazy as a horny dog I ask, "What did you say?"

Without answering he takes a turn, following him I did the same waiting for his reply.

He stops in front of some stair that goes down.

He gave me a little look to follow him. Quietly.

'oh my god! what is he planning?'

It's some kind of basement but very big like a very large hallway.

I can't help but gasp seeing different types of training equipment and a ring which is 18 or 22 feet square and surrounded by four strands of rope a.k.a Boxing ring.