My Biggest Obsession

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| Ivory |

Hate.
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To have a great aversion to, with a strong desire that evil should befall the person toward whom the feeling is directed; to dislike intensely; to detest; as, to hate one's enemies.

That's all I could feel towards Aace Rossi.

I felt it even more as I was staring back at my reflection in this white dress. Yes, Erin and Aurelia woke me up this morning saying that I apparently had to find a wedding dress. Do I looked like a fucking doll? And this dress was so ugly I wanted to rip it off my body.

"Hum... Maybe not this one?" Erin shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes definitely..." Aurelia agreed, scrunching her nose, "You should try the last one." She advised touching the fabric of the dress.

I scoffed. "I already tried on three dresses. I had enough." I still looked at the last dress on the hanger. It was a bright lacy white dress, simple but pretty.

But seeing Erin and Aurelia giving me puppy eyes, I sighed, "Fine."

They helped me put it on, zipping the back of dress, because that shit was long as fuck.

"Wow." Aurelia muttered with her mouth wide open.

"You look stunning. That dress definitely suits you better!" Erin jumped in excitement. I shrugged my shoulders, I had to admit the dress was fucking pretty.

"How much does it cost?" I was already concerned about how much I'll have to pay for a fake wedding dress.

"Don't worry about that." Erin assured me.

"Well, I'm going to pay this fucking dress so I'd like to know how much it costs."

"Aace gave us his card for the dress and other accessories so it doesn't really matter. That bastard is rich as fuck." She laughed.

Suddenly knowing that he was paying provoked a smile on my face. I looked at some veils and a long, pretty one caught my gaze.

"You know what? Add this veil with the dress. I like it." I said picking it up, "And these shoes too. They're pretty." A satisfied grin was over my face while Aurelia and Erin looked at each other, laughing.

"That's what I like to hear." Aurelia's eyes brimmed with something I could identify as proudness.

And it was weird... But I liked those girls. They were funny, and it changed me from being with Aace.

Speaking about him, I was going to make him regret his jealous behavior at the club one week ago. He doesn't own me. I wasn't his fucking pet, and he could go rot in hell if he thought that I was going to obey him. I made this promise to myself when I was seventeen, I'll never submit to a man in my life. And I was on the verge of cutting his dick when he called me with his pathetic nickname. It wasn't cute, it was just literally traumatizing.

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Later in the night I was sitting in his office. He didn't let anybody go into his office. And it was locked... But I might have stolen the key to enter. His office was entirely black, just like his heart must be. I was sitting in his chair and my feet were on the desk. And, I couldn't resist taking one of his cigars in his drawer. Yes, the expensive ones that came from Cuba. And I don't even smoke, I just think one of my favorite hobbies in the world is being a pain in his ass.

He entered, slamming the door of his office, noticing my presence.
"What the fuck are you doing here? And how the hell did you get in here?" He looked stunned, and deeply annoyed by me being in his space.

I sighed calmly, "You know, you should be less angry. I don't think it's good for your health."

"Get the fuck out of here." He snapped at me.

"Hmm... That's not what I really plan to do. You should take a deep breath, and take a seat. I'm only here to discuss with you." I smiled, I was having so much fun.

"I don't have anything to say to you."

"I think you didn't quite hear me. I'm going to speak. You're going to listen." My voice was filled with control.

"And who are you to give me orders?" He stated, bluntly.

"You know what? I don't care actually. Stay where you are. I just came here to ask you, what was your little act of jealousy last week? We're not married yet. You're not one of my parents. You're nobody to tell me who I should or should not speak to. I accepted to marry you, only for my family. I didn't accept to be your fucking pet. I have the right to do the hell I want."

His knuckles became white, "I wasn't fucking jealous." He affirmed.

"No? Then what was it?" I stood up, coming in front of him, I was curious to know what he had to say. After a few minutes of silence I understood that he wasn't going to answer. "Aace Rossi, you're a man with a fragile ego, you want to control everyone and everything around you. But you seem to forget that you'll never own me." I raised my voice, "And because I'm loyal to my family, I'd never break the alliance. But because you're so insecure you think I'll run off with one of your cousins." I scoffed.

He gripped my wrist tightly. "And you? You think it was right flirting with my cousin right in front of me?!"

"I wasn't flirting!" And it was true, I didn't flirt with him.

"HE HAD HIS FUCKING HAND NEAR YOUR ASS-"

I slapped him, cutting him.

"You don't talk about me, or my body like I'm some of your whores." He touched his jaw in disbelief, and then everything went fast. He pinned my back against his desk, and I bit back a groan of pain. He held both of my wrists in one of his hands, and took out something from his pocket. And I realized it was a knife. He pressed it against my jugular and he'd kill me if he just pressed harder.

"You don't speak to me like this without consequences." He pressed the knife harder into my neck and I swallowed.

"You want to kill me? Go on. Slit my throat if you can." I challenged him.

I tried to not show it but my breathing accelerated and suddenly I was back there again without control. I was this little girl again.

"Release me! Fucking asshole!" I screamed."Let me go!"

"No I don't think so." He smirked.

I tried to move in every fucking way to set me free from his grip. I was going crazy. "Stop it! You're a fucking asshole! Let me go, damn it." I felt like I was begging for it, and I thought he'd laugh at me for it but instead I caught something else in his eyes and I hated it. I felt him removing the knife from my neck and dropping onto the floor but he was still holding me tightly.

"Calm the fuck down." He muttered to me but I didn't listen.

"LET ME GO!" I repeated, hoping he'd listen.

"Breathe." He whispered to me.

"What the fuck?" In all this situation I didn't realize I started to panic.

"I'll let go of you when you'll be able to breathe properly." His gaze maintained mine, and weirdly, it didn't feel as uncomfortable as I thought. "Breathe." He ordered again and I don't know why but, I did. I felt the air going into my lungs again. "Calmed down now?"

I nodded and he released my wrists and left the office silently.

What the fuck was that?

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