You Will Never Be Mine | 18+ (COMPLETED)

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-"Hello? -Leila heard her sisters raspy voice over the phone and she knew her sister was crying right up until she answered her call.

Julian was standing right across from her looking at the time on his watch. She had exctily 59 seconds.

-"Angie, before you say anything I want you to know that I'm fine." -she started wondering if this was a good decision after all.

She needed to hear her sisters voice or she'll go mad but the fact that she couldn't say anything else to Angie is what's killing her. It was selfish.

-"MY GOD LEILA!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" - even though she couldn't see her, Leila could tell that Angie got up on her feet pacing around the house, probabily back in New York taking care of Jackson while Jason and the others were looking for her.

-"I...."- she started then looked at Julian who motioned 30 seconds to her. She rolled her eyes. -" I can't say yet...but don't worry for me Ang. You know me. I'll be ok." - as soon as she said the words she knew they won't mean anything to her sister.

-"Leila, are you in trouble?? Are they holding you captive?"

-"I'm fine." -she said not answering.

15 seconds...

-"Are they hurting you??" -Angie needed to know.

-"No." -Leila replied and looked at Julian again wondering was she lying. His eyes were fixated on his watch.

-"Dylan is going to find you, I promise." -Angie said.

-"Dylan?!" -Leila was surprised.

-"Dad's got Jax. Jason is after him."

And as soon as Angie said that, Julian took the phone from Leila and hung up.

-"Who's Dylan?" -he asked.

-"You have my nephew?!" - she was furious, her eyes vivid with hate, ignoring his question she crossed her arms demanding the answer from him.

He walked towards her. His eyes didn't say much of his intentions. She could swore that sometimes this man seemed like he didn't have a soul at all. He gently removed a strand of her hair from her face, before he repeated his question.

-"Who's Dylan?" - his voice was still low but somehow she trembled upon hearing him repeating his question. It was fear.

-"It's none of your fucking business." - even if she was afraid she'd sooner die than let him see that.

He grabbed her hair pulling her head back, making her eyes look straight at his.

-"It's a pity. You were such a good girl." - the tune of his voice didn't change at all. Sometimes she'd think that he is a psychopath. Maybe he was.

-"I was? Are you going to kill me?" -she asked. Fair question, she thought. After all, she made sure he finds her not suitable for a wife and he did use past tense.

He smirked. -"You'll not get away that easy. Now..."-he pulled her hair more...-"WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN?!" -and now he was yelling. Finally. It felt like a victory for her.

She laughed.

-"Who would've thought..."- she started as he tilted his head watching her confused.

...-"that you'll feel threatened by the guy that DOESN'T HOLD ME AGAINST MY WILL?" -she mocked him. His face was turning red from anger and he hated that she's making him feel that way. She knew it and she loved it.

Then suddenly he let her go and turned from her leaving her alone in the living room only to change his mind and going back to her, now lifting her chin, staring into her eyes just for a second. Her knees fell but she tried so hard to keep her composare not letting him see her trembling. And then she felt his lips on hers and his tounge inside her mouth while his hand was still holding her chin tight in a grip just above her slender neck that he could snap in one motion only if he wanted. But it wasn't what scared her. It was her reaction to the kiss. Her body responded so differently than her mind. Opposite of what she wanted. She kissed him back. Closing her eyes only for a moment letting herself enjoy it. She'll hate herself forever because of it, she promised herself.

When he stopped he looked deeply into her eyes wearing that same smirk on his face that she despised.

-"Was that against your will?" -he asked and then not waiting for her reply left her in that room hating herself more than she hates him.

He won. Again.
One step forward, two steps back.