Possessive Rich Bully

Chapter 9 (Pt.1)

Playlist - A Year Without Rain by Selena Gomez and The Scene

Axel

My plan was set in motion. Everything was moving smoothly. I fished out my phone and typed a quick text to the groupchat Chase had created.

I won't be racing tonight.

With that, I put my phone on mute.

Tonight I wanted to have a little fun with my toots. She had left me with a severe case of blue balls since she decided to randomly try to seduce me. If it wasn't for my sour mood that night, she would have found herself in very deep trouble.

I found myself grinning like an idiot thinking about that night. That was a cute attempt, but now she'll have to deal with repercussions that were much wilder, dangerous and beyond her imagination.

"Axel." The sound of my name never appeased my ears before, it was delightful.I turned to face the girl of my dreams, standing near the threshold of my doorway.

I swallowed my shit-eating-grin when I saw what she'd been wearing. She stood in a vintage floor length white dress with pastel flowers embroidery all over it. My baby had never looked so virginal and a temptress at the same time.

I controlled the urge to take her in my arms and have my way with her. Rough and animalistic love making.

She clutched the sides of the dress. "Can I come in?" I rolled my eyes at her silly question.

"I think we are past that, don't you think?" And because I was an asshole, I decided to intimidate her. "Come in," I told her. "Close the door behind you."

I stepped away from my initial position near the window and plodded towards the glass wall that separated the fireplace sitting area and the bar counter of my bedroom.

Why did love make you do crazy shit?

She looked reluctant, but to my delight, obliged. The door was shut behind her and we were left with the complete privacy of my bedroom.

I sat down on the top back rail of the plush armchair, near her. She had never been to my new bedroom before. I had just very recently moved into space. It was bigger, calmer and despite spending a huge chunk of my time designing it, it still wasn't mine. It belonged to my father.

That didn't sit well with me.

Keeping my thoughts aside, I focused solely on Astoria.

I didn't miss the hint of a light blush on her face. It immediately poured satisfaction within me—mildly—to know that she was feeling the energy that radiated between us. The evidence was written all over her face and the way she nervously shifted under my charging gaze.

"I got lost in one of the hallways. I didn't know you changed your room,"she stated, scanning the place.

I crossed my arms. "It was very recent."

The fire in her eyes returned. She stared at me with an almost accusatory gleam in her blue orbs. "How recent?"

I laughed. "Not very recent. It was before Washington," I clarified.

"You could've told me after Washington. We became friends, didn't we?" She spoke, chiding me along the way.

I stood and went over to her. Her breathing fractured as I approached her. Awareness of our closeness seared my insides, touching my soul. Her floral scent hit my nostrils which sent my brain into an overdrive. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating.

The wave of electric current flowed between us. She averted her eyes from me, seemingly upset. For a girl, who had previously claimed that nothing could happen between us except a mere friendship, she was quite possessive.