"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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Time freezes.
Earth stops spinning.
And my heart sinks down to hell as those mysterious green eyes look back at me and I recognise him. Dakota.. A brooding beast in the form of a man.
Slide show of my disturbing past plays in the theater of my head and suddenly my muscles contract in panic as he narrows his eyes in vex as if he recognised me.
Recognised the girl who sent him to jail for something he didn't do. It was three years ago when I met him in an inimical situation.
He had a perfect life.
A stardom that would shake your knees and fans, that would break bones just to see him once on the stage. He was the baddest fighter in the underground. An unbeatable wildebeest, with a power of ten wolves.
They called him Alpha.
On top of that, he had a reputation to be the next Khalifa to rule the undergrounds. And then one chaotic moment, and I sent him to the hell. Which took away everything from him.
His pride, fame and his will.
And now he is slowly standing while watching me with those toxic green eyes that burn on my flesh. Hair pricks under my clothes and I can feel my height sinking low as if my six senses, sensed danger.
*Cough*
I look back at the secretary who is waiting for me to step in while she still holds the door. A part of me wants to flee away from his cabin, his building, his life coz the way his gaze hardens at me, I know he is not pleased to see me here or alive.
"Please. Come in." His deep voice echoes in the cabin and I shudder feeling the nostalgia. My body still remembers the spine-chilling shivers it used to get with just his voice.
I pull my lips up in a forceful smile and shove my scared ass inside. My heart shrieks as I take every step into his cabin which feels like entering a deadly animal's den. A ferocious one.
His cabin alone is bigger than my classroom. It is wide and spacious with a wall completely missing. Instead, a transpicuous glass covers the missing space from floor to the ceiling, giving the bewitched view of East-Seattle from here.
And to its corner, a mahogany table is decorated with black glassy top and behind is an executive chair of black leather that shrieks of dominance, saying who ever sits here holds the maximum power in the room.
His long legs stride towards me attentively and he actions at the couch in front of him. "Please, have a seat." My skirt stretches up a little and I try pulling it down as I sit on his L-shaped grey sofa that feels expensive than my kidneys.
He sits back in his chair that is higher than his head and watches me keenly. I recall the etiquettes and cross my right leg on the top of left- wait, was it left leg on the right or-no.
