"Sit" he ordered, nodding to the spot next to him on the sofa.
"I'm not a dog" I argued, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Sit" he repeated, grabbing my wrist, pulling me down beside him, forcing me to sit
I rolled my eyes and yanked my wrist out of his grip.
"Since you like to be a smart ass, there's gonna be some Ground rules" he said firmly
"Ground rules?" I questioned mockingly, raising my eyebrow
"Number 1" he started, ignoring my previous comment "you do not; make rude and sarcastic comments, or give me any back chat. Got it?" He asked looking down at me.
"I thought I wasn't allowed to talk back" I said mockingly as a small smile spread across my face.
He raised his eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.
I rolled my eyes dismissively "OK." I groaned mockingly
"Good." He said dismissively, looking me up and down "don't sit so far away" he ordered, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me towards him.
I groaned, pushing his arm off of me "keep your hands to yourself" I snapped, frowning
"Hey, What did I say about making smart ass comments?!"He spat.
"And what did I say about keeping your hands off me" I shot back
"Number 2~ you don't snoop around the house when I'm not here, My office and the West wing basement are off limits." He said firmly. "Number 3~ don't try escaping, because I'll find you, and the you'll be in trouble." He warned, standing up.
"Whatever" I muttered, rolling my eyes, letting out a sigh.
"You follow the rules and you won't get hurt" he added, a threatening tone laced in his voice
"And what if I decide not to?" I challenged, raising my eyebrow, with my arms crossed over my chest.
He looked down at me, smirking slightly. "you never know when to stop, do you?" He asked rhetorically, amusement clear in his voice.
"You work it out" I mocked, running my hand through my hair.
He pressed his lips against my ear, towering over me."You'll find out, but you won't like it beautiful" he whispered menacingly, referring the my previous question.
"Come on princess" he said, pulling me up from the sofa.
"What are you doing?" I questioned frowning, attempting to pull my hand from his grip.
"Showing you around" he said in a duh tone, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
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RomanceWhen Lauren, daughter of one of Americas most notorious gangsters, is kidnapped by his rival Jason McCann, neither one of them could have imagined that they would have fallen for the other.
