"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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"Good morning."
My heart rattles like a caged hamster as Dakota walks in dressed up like a CEO he is.
He appears immaculate, groomed to perfection, and smells like an expensive cologne shop.
A wolfish grin spreads on his face as he takes in my attire of the day. An apron. That's it.
My tits are almost peeking out of the edge as I look down and chop the vegetables, imagining his stone-cold face instead.
This cheap millionaire doesn't even have the heart to buy a decent dress for a girl. Instead, he has the audacity to steal my clothes, towels, bedsheet, and even the pillow covers.
I hate him like a cat hates bath. Like a child hates math. I despise him more than Ryan! Why is he staring at me like a lion?
Dakota quietly walks around the kitchen, stopping at the fridge and drinking his water, all while watching me silently with his predatory gaze.
My hands work fiercely on the vegetables as I feel his ominous stare piercing my flesh, causing goosebumps to rise under his intense presence.
Suddenly, he moves quietly like an unpredictable animal. My heart leaps into my throat as he comes stand behind me, and stares down at my chopping skills.
My grip on the knife tightens, my knuckles turn white as I slice through the tomatoes with a ferocity that matches the anger courses through my veins. Hot and vengeful.
Suddenly, two massive hands clutches mine and my heart stops beating. My pulses throb under his touch as he firmly grips my wrists tightly in his paws.
"Easy there." His husky voice brush my ear.
My heart beats uncontrollably. I feel his chest pressing against my back as he leans down and huskily whispers in my ear, "You will break my countertop."
My body tenses as a warm breath caresses the sensitive flesh of my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine. My skin feels a thousand stars bursting underneath, as he brings his lips and gently brush on my naked shoulder.
I close my eyes as the nostalgia of his touch and heat of his lips hums through my body. It feels just like the dream I had last night.
But all I consciously remember is his brutal thrusts while he pushed me into the glass and punished me for daring to ask for love.
My heart clenches painfully. I can't even recognise if he is the same man from last night who gave me fresh traumatic memories. I am not only spine-shocked, but haunted by the change in his behaviour.
Dakota presses his body against me, and my back warms up with the heat of his body. His thumb gently strokes the nerve on my wrist while soft lips draw patterns on my shoulder, as if sketching a painting on my skin.
