Million Dollar Baby (complete)

Power and control

BPOV

That bastard had some motherfůcking nerve. Calling me out by my name like that...what the fùck?

I heard him taking the stairs two at a time as he ran after me, so I walked faster.

"Isabella!" he yelled, but I just kept walking. Well, I was sort of jogging by that time because I just wanted to get away from him.

All this shìt, everything I've been dealing with and continue to deal with, was hard enough without him making it harder. I had to get away before I totally lost it in front of him.

"Wait, goddamnit!" he yelled as I dropped my bags and took off at a full sprint.

I opened the door to a random room and slammed it shut behind me. It was pitch black in there and I had no clue where I was, but I knew that I was throwing up a blockade between me and Justin and that was all that mattered. I fumbled in the dark until I found the locking mechanism on the door knob and I secured it in place before turning my back and leaning against it.

He was already there, pounding on the other side with his fists. I heard him growl in frustration, the sound almost frightening me.

"If you don't open this door, I swear by all that is holy that I will break it down!"

"I don't want to talk to you right now. Go away," I said as loud as I could so that maybe he could hear me over the beating he was putting on the poor, defenseless door.

"Fine. Have it your way."

The pounding stopped and I sighed in relief because he had given up. I had begun to sink down to the floor when I heard what sounded like a strained battle cry from the other side, followed by a loud crash against it that sent me tumbling forward. I managed to catch myself on my hands and knees and whipped my head around as light from the hallway spilled into the room.

Justin was standing in the center of the doorway, his arms hanging at his sides, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. A shadow fell across the front of him, but I could still see the menacing look on his face. He looked...almost lethal.

"You accuse me of treating you just like any other employee, yet you never listen when I give you an order," he seethed.

"Yeah, well I'm insubordinate. Fuçking fire me," I said as I got to my feet and started to storm past him.

He grabbed my arm and swung me around until my back was pressed to the wall just inside the door. His body was pressed closely to mine, his forearms flush with the wall as he rendered me immobile. He forced my legs apart with his knee and I could feel his hot breath against my ear as he ground the bulge in his pants against my stomach.

"Why? Why can't I call you Bella?" he asked with his head buried in the crook of my neck. The sound of his voice was a mix between desperation, anger and frustration, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. He drug his lips across my skin sensually and then lifted his head to look me in the eye. Deep caramel orbs reflected an intensity that both shocked and made me want to give him anything he asked for.

"I've treated you well. Better than you could've possibly hoped for in your situation. And I've always made sure you've been adequately taken care of in other ways as well," he reminded me of his meaning by bending at the knees and slowly grinding into the very center of my girly bits. A traitorous moan escaped my lips, Double Agent Coochie well aware of her close proximity to her partner in crime, but he didn't capitalize on it. "So, why? Give me one good reason."

How about five? Because it makes this too personal. Because it will be too hard to leave you at the end of the five years. Because it's going to make it too easy to fall in love with you. Because I just can't...