Chap. 28

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"So, I ended up telling the mayor I couldn't accept the key to the city. Any person in their right mind would have saved that baby when the stroller rolled in front of the bus," Jason said, bragging as he bit into the fish on his plate. They sat at a fancy restaurant on the rich side of town. Snooty people sat all around them as a pianist in the corner played a delightful melody.

She nodded, picking at the pasta on her plate. "That's very impressive," she muttered. He grinned while taking a sip of water. It was obvious to her he brought her here to try to impress her. After all, what type of woman wouldn't be impressed by someone bringing them to such a fancy restaurant and paying for their food? Emma wasn't that type of woman. She wasn't someone like Reina at school; she wasn't materialistic. Sure, it was nice for him to do all this, but it wasn't necessary. For her, pizza and a cozy movie night at home was a dream date.

"Not as impressive as our kiss a week ago," he said smugly, making her fork fall from her hand onto the overpriced plate of food. Why was he choosing now to bring this up when she couldn't just leave?

"You weren't supposed to kiss me like that," she whispered, suddenly feeling embarrassed. She took a sip of water, looking to the side.

He cut his fish, waving it slightly on the fork. "I know, but does that even matter? The director loved it, the crowd loved it, and I loved it. I felt sparks, didn't you?" He put the fork into his mouth, slowly pulling it out, keeping eye contact with her. It was as if he was daring her to go against him or something. Why was he acting so weird? It was making her seriously uncomfortable, so she just hummed, deciding not to answer.

Suddenly, he slammed one hand against the table, making her jump. "I said, didn't you feel sparks!?" he said in a low, yet intense voice, making her swallow hard. She realized the more time she spent around him, the more weird and possessive he became. When she first met Jason, he was pretty quiet, keeping to himself for the most part. Now, he was totally different—talk about pulling a Jekyll and Hyde, for real. She decided to play along with his game for now; who knew what he'll do.

"Yes... definitely sparks." A smile spread on his lips as he forcibly grabbed one of her hands to hold. "I'm so happy to hear that." Her hand was probably a sweaty mess, but he didn't seem to mind. In front of her parents, he acted like the perfect guy, but now he was really showing his true colors.

"You know, I've always liked you, Emma. I know our parents kind of forced us together at first, but the more I'm around you, the more I watch you, the more I fall for your charms, even though you act like you could care less about me..." he said, grinding his teeth, digging his nails slightly into her skin. She made a pained expression, trying to pull away, but his hold was too strong. "For me, since I moved here a few years ago, it has always been you." Her eyes widened. What was this dude on? because he was acting really crazy right now.

He finally let go of her hand, which she quickly pulled to her chest, holding it there, looking down. She saw his deep nail imprints still in her skin. He laid his cheek against his open palm. "And the best part is if you try to tell on me... no one will believe you. After all, I'm the heir to the Toaster Strudel fortune. You should be proud of yourself for landing someone like me. I promise I'll make you happy." He smiled widely. It made her skin crawl. She really felt trapped.

Would her parents really not believe her if she told them this happened? Would her mother even really care?
"You're my world, baby. I just want to be your universe. I want your world to start to fall around me." A nearby older couple "aww"-ed at them, thinking they were a cute couple. She wanted to run over to them and beg them to save her from him, but she knew she couldn't; she would look like a crazy person. She flexed her fingers to get feeling back in her hand while glaring down at her plate.

"I know you won't fight back, will you... I know you won't. You're a submissive girl, that's what I love about you. It's your best quality." He grinned, cutting up his fish before stabbing it with his fork. He held the fork to her pink lips, his blue eyes piercing into her deep brown, fearful ones. "Say 'aww'." She didn't want to follow his orders, but she could feel other people watching them. She felt pressured to comply. It's all she'd ever known, so she slowly opened her mouth, and he slid the fork inside. She ate the fish grudgingly. A slow smile spread on his perfect lips. "Good girl."

(Mia note- Hey are you guys liking the story so far this. I plan to make this one a bit of a longer one. If you like it maybe go check out one of the others I've made.💜

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