𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛

12

I love defying him.

But the glare he sends my way almost makes me stumble. After giving the keys to the valet who I'm sure will have an amazing time parking it he holds my hand and takes me in to the table where we are currently sitting at as I look at the menu and I avoid his glare till now.

“You don't litsen, do you Alexa?” his cold voice makes me look up but I just ignore him.

“Should I take your order monsieur, madame ?” the waiter asks and we both stay quiet as he awkwardly looks at us both waiting patiently.

“Can I get some water?” I ask and he walks away hurriedly.

“You're taking water for lunch?” he asks.

“I don't understand some of this dishes and who told you that am hungry" I say still looking at the complicated menu.

“Just order the garlic spaghetti” at least he suggested or i wouldn't have ordered anything.

“You're not eating?”

“No I'm not hungry for food” he said as he continued watching me as if he was figuring out a book as I quietly deciphered what he meant by that.

My cheeks flamed but I hid it by  scrolling through my phone and waiting for the waiter.
After ordering and eating through the careful eye of Spencer I was ready to go back to work but am sure he had other plans for moi.

“Come with me bella” I knew he couldn't let me go just like , the heated looks I received from him told it all. And now bella, am sure it's Italian.

The note of command in his voice arrested me. My feet move toward him even as my mind screamed in warning not to.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask even though am still following him. Truth be told am attracted to Spencer since I wouldn't be following him.

“I am taking you to a place where I can feed on your little pussy, remember , I told you I wasn’t hungry for food” I could literally see his grin and truly my core pulsed, “and for that little   stunt you pulled out there”

Oh yeah , the opening the door for my own thing. I had done it on purpose so I got his reasons.

“But I’ll be late to go back to work” I tried to argue but we already in the elevator.

“You do know that I’m your CEO right” he didn’t even spare me a glance. This was much better than when he crept up to my room. She was anticitipating for this.

“Let’s go Lexy” he smiled kindly you would actually think he was kind but he wasn’t or maybe he was it was just that she didn’t know him quite well. She followed him in to the hotel room which was pretty luxurious in nature.

This must be the place he brought all the other captives he had.

“Is this where you bring the rest of the girls you forcibly lie with?” it was supposed to come out teasingly but it came out more serious than I intended it to.

He was silently looking at me when I turned to look at him. A flicker of maybe pain crossed his eyes but it quickly vanished as fast as it came. Joan’s words came back to me about the whole rehabilitation thing. He must have some past trauma or something.

“Am I being forceful on you, I respect women so I don’t want to make that mistake of losing respect towards you” his eyes gleamed into mine. I somehow felt guilty for technically calling him a rapist.

The look in his eyes was that of being hurt, I had once experienced this. The feeling where you’ve wronged somebody and and you seriously regret it so much, this was why I hated high school so much.

“No, I was just joking” I walked towards him but he stepped back. That simple action surprised me, the roles should reversed, I am supposed to be the one stepping back when he approached me, right?

“I didn’t laugh, did I” he turned back and closed up his shirt, “Fuck this!” and he was out.

God, what did I do?

I quickly ran out of the door and found him near the elevator doors almost about to enter.

“Spencer!”

He stopped and waited for me to reach him and as soon as I did I stood in front of him and looked directly in his eyes. This is not how this evening supposed to end.

“Am sorry if I hurt you” his eyes flickered to mine and I could see the darkness in those beautiful orbs.

“Who told you that you hurt me?” men and their ego's, obviously he couldn’t show weakness yet he was hurt.

“Why are you walking away if I didn’t hurt your feelings” he immediately looked away, “can we go back please?”

I pleaded and before he could answer I pulled him back to the room and closed the door behind us.

I sat him on small couch opposite the bed.

“You’re not anything close to
a rapist am sorry” he still wasn’t convinced, just what had he done that made him believe that he was a or rapist or could be a rapist.

“You see everything you did to me, I enjoyed every inch of it and I would love it if you could do it again” I said as I straddled him and opened the buttons of his shirt.

His hand stopped me by closing on my wrists, I looked up to find him smiling.

I didn’t say it but relief flooded my entire system happy to know that I managed remove that weight off him.

Flipping us and I was lying on the couch and he was on top of him.
“Yeah?” his smile grew wider.

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Litsening to 'We don't talk about Bruno' from Encanto. Till date I don't know why am obsessed with this song.