Ace Huxley's Daughter

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I stood there, his cig in my mouth, staring at where he'd been stood like some fucking gargoyle. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? 'I don't like being made a fool of Olive.' Oh, you don't? Watch me make it worse babe. 'Now behave yourself before I do something about this attitude.' What? What are you actually going to do? Fuck me senseless and lose your job? Hmm. Don't think so.

I spat the cigarette out, stomping it out under foot and yanking the door open, going back inside. I still had no idea who bubbles was, nor did I know how he'd put his hand on my throat so easily and I didn't even put up a fight like I normally would. I had amazingly easy access to punch him straight in the throat. Lord knows I've done it before. I wasn't about to sit around here for 7 weeks with people thinking they could get around with pushing me about. Not a chance in hell.

I flipped my unlit cigarette in my fingers, gutted I didn't get to light it up. I can't smoke at home. Mum always knows. I can get away with it until the last day with dad because I can blame it on Joe. But once I'm home, they're gone. It's not a bad thing I know. Smoking's bad for you and whatever else, it's just another thing I leave behind when I'm not with dad.

I walked down the long hallway, dad's voice booming through the speakers behind massive amounts of concrete, fans screaming so loud I'm sure you'd be able to hear them at the other end of the country. A door slammed beside me and I looked up, my eyes scanning him up and down before scoffing.

"Pathetic." With a roll of my eyes, I carried on making my feet carry me a little faster but not looking like I was running away.

"Carry on Olive and my cigarette's not the only thing you'll have in your mouth tonight." My core clenched. I turned around, continuing to walk backwards but locking my eyes on his.

"It's not a threat if you don't have the courage to follow through Bubbles." I cocked my head as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans, his jaw clicking. He took a quicker step and my heart pounded in my chest.

"You don't think I would?" He almost laughed. Almost. No humour in it though. Like he was daring me to double down on it. But I'm not a quitter. Especially not when it came to self-entitled little boys.

"I highly doubt you'd even kiss me if you had the chance," His eyes changed and I smirked. "Don't worry though there's men all over the world wanting a taste of Huxley's daughter. I don't have time for boys even if you wanted to," I spun, narrowly avoiding a bin that I'd almost backed into, continuing down the hall.

I could hear him, stalking behind me like a lion watching it's injured prey. I could not deny that this was fucking with my head. What mental person gets turned on by a guy who pins her against the wall and then threatens to put his cock in her mouth? Me. Apparently. What an idiot.

An arm wrapped around my waist, hand over my mouth before I could scream. My feet pulled up from the floor just an inch as my eyes became saucers.

"What did I tell you about the attitude? Huh?" He breathed in my ear and if I hadn't shivered I know I could have pulled off that I didn't care. "I know you're seeing how far you can push me until I snap Olive. I know you want it. You'd have run if you didn't. You wouldn't have pushed it that little further. I warned you," Hormones flooded my body with every shot of hot air he pumped onto my skin, covering me in goosebumps. Stop it Olive. This can't happen. You can't sleep with someone who works for your dad. Are you on crack? "Didn't I?" I nodded. He inhaled and I stopped breathing. "So, what should I do? Hm?" Put me on my knees. OLIVE. STOP. What the fuck.

He finally moved his head from my neck looking around and tightening his grip on my waist.

"I'm taking my hand off your mouth. You scream and I'll give you something to scream for. Got it?" I nodded. Still not fighting. God, I'm mad. So mad. He moved us to the side of the corridor, using his free hand to open a door, pulling me inside and I gulped. He put me down, hands on my hips as he pushed me against the door. "You're pretty good at taking instructions when you know what's good for you."

"You think you're good for me? Ha." I raised an eyebrow. "You really are pathetic." Prod the bear Olive. That's such a smart idea. Here let me give you a stick. The lower half of his body pushed into me and a tiny gasp left my mouth. For God's sake. He smirked, taking a hand, and tilting my chin up until my head was leaning back against the door.

"I'm pathetic? Baby you're the one pinned against the door and not fighting back."

"I'm not your baby. Maybe I want to be here."

"I know you do. You haven't for even a second given me any hint you don't want to be."

"I know you're playing a game."

"Mhm. Takes two to play a game though angel." Breathe Olive. "Now. Are you going to cooperate or are you going to continue being a little brat?" My eyes must have grown because he smirked, bringing his lips with in barely an inch of mine. The smell of his smoke and a dark aftershave I've never smelt before coated his skin and my mind wandered to how he tasted. I bet I could taste that cigarette on his lips. The hand he had on my hip moved around, harshly grasping my ass, and squeezing until my body jerked forward slightly. "Answer." Fuck. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Cooperate." My words tippled over the edge. His fingers left my chin, moving to my thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling me up to his height. Green. No. Hazel? Green with brown and gold. Shades of summer trees around a lake. A forest and I was twisting and turning in them, getting hopelessly lost.

"Good girl." Shit. He crashed his lips into mine and everything faded into a nothingness. The world became inexplicably dark except the fire bursting through between us. I could taste the cigarette. As his tongue battled with mine for dominance, I could taste it. That and a hint of something else. I don't know what it was but I'd find it and have it every day for the rest of my life.