Untitled - For Now

Chapter 14

She jumped at the sound of his voice, spinning quickly to face him. Her hand flew to her chest to help steady her now rapidly beating heart.

"What are you doing here?" Kate asked, glaring at him now that she recovered from the scare. She walked further into the apartment as he shut the door behind him.

"I asked you a question first." He leaned against the door and crossed his arms. The way his buttoned down shirt strained against his chest would have made her mouth water. If she wasn't so on edge. "Where were you?"

"I was out with a friend. We went shopping and out to lunch." She lifted her bag as evidence to her trip and laid it on the table, then turned back around to face him. "What does it matter?" She couldn't help it. She was on edge and cranky. She wasn't used to his kind of dominance and it unnerved her. His stare wasn't helping either. The way he looked like he either wanted to spank her or fuck her made her lower body clench. She pressed her legs together to ease the ache there and crossed her arms across her chest, mimicking him, raising an eyebrow in the process.

"It matters because you left me this morning." He said, not moving.

"What's the matter, Namjoon, hasn't anyone ever left your bed in the morning before?" She asked with a hint of annoyance. His silence told her otherwise. "Oh, that's it, isn't it? They never leave you. You always do the leaving. Am I right?" The tick of his jaw told her she nailed it. Armed with this new information she became bolder. "That's what's got you so bent out of shape." She unfolded her arms and legs and turned her back to him to take the items out of the bag. She shook her head before continuing. "I hate to break it to you, Namjoon, but you don't always get what you want."

"Oh, but I do," He whispered into her ear. How did he get behind her so quickly and quietly? She hadn't heard him approach. His breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine. She swallowed thickly as she felt his hands run up and down her arms. She closed her eyes momentarily before she realized what she was doing. Her eyes popped open and she moved away from him, going over to the cupboard to grab a glass. Turning on the faucet, she filled the glass before turning back around. She took a long pull before speaking.

"Look Namjoon, I don't know what this is between us," she said, waving a hand between the two of them, "but you can't dictate where I go or who I'm with or even if I decide to not spend the night. As I have said before, I'm my own person with feelings and desires. You can't override that."

"I wouldn't want to. I like you just the way you are." He said with a smirk as he walked over to her. "But make no mistake, Kate," he said, brushing hair away from her face, then grasping her arms. "You're mine and when I have you I my bed, I want you there all night." He laid a sexy kiss on her exposed collarbone. "And when I wake up in the morning." His tongue traced a path up to her ear and she shivered, nearly dropping the glass she was holding. He removed it from her grip and put it on the counter behind her, then tilted her chin so her eyes met his. "Do not run away from me."

They stood not speaking, not moving, just staring in each other's eyes. She wasn't sure if she was breathing or what she should do so she didn't do anything. His gaze held hers captive, as if it was trying to punctuate his words. If she were a lesser woman she would have shrunk from him, but she remained still. Small, stinted breaths escaped from her slightly opened mouth. His gaze went to her mouth. He looked into her eyes briefly before descending on her lips possessively. One of his hands was on her hips and one behind her head, each pulling her closer to him. She could feel his manhood through his jeans and all but moaned in his mouth.

"Don't run away from me," he said again, his forehead against hers. He squeezed her hip one last time before turning and letting himself out the door.

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The rest of the weekend went by in a blur. House cleaning and various other chores took up the majority of Kate's time. She was thankful for the distraction. She wanted one day where she didn't have to think about him or them. If there was a "them". He kept saying she was his, but is that what she wanted? Yes, the sex was good, but at what cost? There was more to life than hot sex. She needed her job more than she needed sex. No matter how hot it was. Not to mention the potential for people to catch wind of their relationship and make trouble.

So she was happy to not think about that for the remainder of the weekend. Simply immersing herself in all of the chores she could find. Laundry, dishes, sweeping, mopping, dusting. Her apartment had never looked better when she was done, which wasn't saying much because the place was in desperate need of repair. Water stains from the apartment above were visible. Hot water was always an issue. The windows were drafty in the winter. She really needed something better, but this is what she could afford for now. She'd been able to save a little bit since starting this job, but still had a ways to go before she was able to start looking for something else.

Sighing, she sat down on the couch Sunday evening, letting herself relax in front of the television for the rest of the night. Flipping through the channels, she found a home decorating show she enjoyed. Tucking her feet underneath herself, she pulled an oversized pillow into her lap and settled in to watch. She had been sitting there for almost an hour when the familiar stomping of the upstairs neighbors began. Every Sunday like clockwork at this time, the stomping began. Mr. Patrick must be on a bender again. She rolled her eyes and turned up the volume on the television. She sat there for several minutes until she couldn't stand it any longer and decided to retire to her bedroom, where it was a bit quieter. Not much – the stomping could still be heard, but not as loudly.

She went into the bathroom to begin her nightly routine of face washing and brushing her teeth. She set out her clothes for her run the next day and then headed over to her bed. She touched the lamp on her bedside table to turn it on and climbed beneath the covers with her Kindle. At least she could get lost in a good romance novel for a while before turning off the lights.

As she read, her mind inserted her name for the female character and Namjoon's for the male. She read through an entire love scene before she realized what she was doing and growled before tossing the Kindle to the side. She angrily turned off the lamp and hunkered down between the covers. Pathetic. That's what she was. Truly pathetic. And that was the last thing she thought before drifting off to a very restless sleep.