"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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"I need to go meet someone. I'll drop you home first." Dakota informs me, urgently.
I feel a dip in my stomach as he stands up, tall and straight with a look of seriousness in his eyes.
"Okay.." Clutching my adorable sloth tightly against my chest, I follow him.
Dakota unlocks the car, and I quietly get inside myself while his thumbs fly furiously on the screen, typing with an urgency that seems to echo his troubled state of mind.
Eventually, he tucks his phone back into his pocket, and gets behind the steering wheel with an expression as hard as granite.
"Everything okay?" I ask him with concern laced my tone. I can't help but worry about the sudden change in him.
It's like someone provoked him, for a battle.
Bright green eyes draw at me, sharp and intense. There is a storm brewing behind those eyes, a chaos he is struggling to keep at bay.
Then, suddenly, Dakota leans towards me.
I inhale sharply at his sudden close proximity. His hot breath fans on my neck, as he reaches over, not for me, but for the seatbelt and with a click, secure me in it.
My heart pounds, not only from his unexpected move, but also from the erratic intensity he exudes, which is both alarming and compelling.
Dakota leans back to fasten his own seatbelt, then ignites the car and begins to drive.
The ride back to home is oddly silent, with brewing tension oozing from him. I sit there, holding my plushie a little tighter with a whirlwind of questions running through my mind.
I want to ask him what he was about to say before the message interrupted him. I want to know what is troubling him so deeply that he suddenly changed.
But I don't want to be the one to poke the bear.
The car slows down to the villa and stops right in the driveway.
"I'll ask Martina to come over to cook for you. Tell her I'll be dining out and will be late, so don't wait for me." His tone cold, yet his words seemed more like a notification for me rather than a message to pass on to Martina.
"Okay.. Thanks for today." I offer him a smile, but he only replies with a curt nod.
With a slight sense of unease, I slide out of my seat with the sloth. The car reverses and soon disappears from the driveway, leaving me all alone in his empty castle.
What was in that text?
I wonder before striding towards the empty castle.
True to his words, Martina arrives and with the help of my acting skills, I could request her to bake chocolate muffins for me, along with Mexican tacos.
