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As he came closer, pressing me further into the door, my breathing quickened. But I wasn't going to let him take all the satisfaction from this torture, so I attempted to keep a straight face.
"You're bon...
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"Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air." —Three Witches, Macbeth
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Thank God Aaliyah gave me his address, and as I drove there, I just hoped he would be available there. He lived on New Bond Street, which was a pretty expensive area, but then I wouldn't expect anything less from him. He already belonged to a well-to-do family and was famous himself, so he would probably need a place with good security.
Half an hour later, at about six thirty in the evening, I pulled up at his place. The sun was setting, scattering its golden light all over. The quiet street with organized houses looked so aesthetically pleasing, that even I stopped for moment to admire its beauty. To think that he got to see this every evening, made me get so envious of him. Adjusting myself again, I walked inside, hoping he would let me in.
Once the security in the lobby had made the coast clear for me, I made my way up to the twenty-first floor of the building. It was a penthouse he lived in. Wealthy bastard. Upon knocking the door, he opened it immediately, wearing a casual t-shirt and sweatpants. For a moment, we just stood there, looking at each other, analyzing, searching, thinking. It was like two predators getting ready to pounce on their prey. It was only a matter of who attacks first.
"Can I come in?" I finally asked, breaking the intense stare-off.
"Yeah. Sure." He replied curtly, moving aside reluctantly to allow me to enter.
Looking around, I saw that he lived in quite a neat and organized place. It wasn't what I had never imagined, though. He was a perfectionist in whatever he did, so I assumed he must like being on the clean side of things. The commodious space was designed with subtle colors of white, grey and beige, giving it a peaceful, but boring vibe. It was luxurious, but I was sure I would be myself to death looking at all these sullen colors every single minute of the day. Isaac was really a colorless man.
"May I ask why have you come here? Without prior notice?" He asked me from behind me, but I refused to turn around.
"You really don't know?"
"If it is about this morning, forget it. No matter what you say or do, I won't agree to something that isn't logical or ethical." He said almost immediately, making me curse under my breath. If he kept going on in this manner, I might curse the bastard on his face.
I turned around and said, "I didn't come here to argue with you, just a little mature conversation. And don't tell me you have already made the decision. You can't do that without consulting me and getting my approval."
"I don't need yours, or anyone else's approval to do what is right, so leave it. Why don't you get it, that I'm not your play toy, or pet, who will be willing to jump and bend over for you whatever chance he gets?" He raised his voice again, getting annoyed at me. I might have let it go last time since we had an audience, but this time, it won't be the same.
"You really have a way with words, huh? Who the fuck are you? Why do you not need anyone else's approval to do something? And I'm not talking about your personal life, this is business we are talking about. Stop being so fucking dramatic and just do the kiss. It's just a single kiss. Why are you being so difficult about it?"
"And just because it's business, you are allowed to push me wherever you want? Remember this, you're the director, but I'm the main actor, we both need to work together, because you too are nothing without me." He shouted, coming way too close to me.
He broke off the intense moment a beat later, to go somewhere. I couldn't believe this man was now running away from his problems. I followed him to give him another piece of my mind, when I found him in the kitchen, drinking from a bottle or whiskey. Oh, so he wanted alcohol to cover up for his words and actions? I'll show him too, how violent and vicious I can be when I drink.
Stomping over to him, I snatched the bottle of liquor from him, and to his surprise, downed a large gulp of whiskey. It was too pungent, it was too strong, and it hurt, but it also felt like heaven afterwards. Looking back into his wide eyes, I pushed him abruptly, and kept pushing him until he collided with a wall.
Enclosing him with my hands on both sides of him, I looked into his eyes and said, "Listen to me, you bastard. If you think you can dominate me by refusing to listen to me, you're absolutely wrong. This play is my idea, and I'm the one who will stay no matter what. If you can't understand what's necessary even after being in this industry for so long, then I suggest you stop working. Anyway, your career is at rock bottom."
I could feel his eyes widen and then narrowed with anger. He was just as toffee-nosed as I was, and I could see his temper rising with my every word. I smirked, feeling exhilaration in irking him just like he does to me. It might also have something to do with the fact that he looked extremely sexy when he was angry.
What? Am I really thinking that? The whiskey is too strong.
Suddenly he flipped me over, and now I was the one with my back pressed against the wall, and hands bound in his hands. When I looked at our position, my heart skipped a beat at how pleasing it was. His body was fully and deliciously pressed to mine, and I could feel every inch, every crevice of him on me. I concluded that I must have gone completely crazy, thinking about having sex with the person I've hated for almost two months.
He was nothing but an arrogant bastard who never gave in and like a spoiled kid, always had his way. And I was here to teach him a lesson, so why did it look like the opposite? Just what the bloody hell was I doing here? Still, his body felt so good pressed up against mine. I wondered if he really was the catch everyone talked about.
"Say shit like that to me again, and I will..."
"You'll choke me again?" I interrupted his angry rant.
My tone though, was supposed to be aggressive, it was supposed to be a jab at his violent behaviour that night, but instead, my tone was husky, submissive, sensual. I was giving him ideas. I was begging him, pleading him with my eyes, to do something to me.
The alcohol must have been reaaally strong, because I was finally in his arms, under his control, and fully willing to let him do anything he wanted to me.
