Heir Reigns

✘ [ SEVENTEEN ] ✘

ATALIA

    I checked the time on my watch and realized it was barely 9 pm. Jack, my co-worker, had asked me to cover for him and I gladly took it since he always had the earlier shift. In at 12, out at 8 pm. Right before the worst of the drunks and crazy party people start to arrive. I saved myself from an exhausting night. Working the nightlife is mentally draining.
    Kaito hadn't talked to me since Thursday. I haven't gotten a single text or call. When I had gotten home that night, Valerie was still here and we had talked about what I should and shouldn't expect. I never looked at the folders that Wesley gave me, even though I should've. I didn't mention too much information to her, but she told me to not become over-consumed with Kaito and our new arrangement. I tend to do that and it becomes hard to focus on my own life. It's been hard trying to not think about him.
    I sigh and tie my hair up, remove my shoes and jacket at the door. I couldn't wait to start digging into the leftovers I saved for myself from my brunch earlier today.
    Lil' leftovers with a lil' tv.
    Best way to unwind.
    I make my way into my bedroom and change into my pajamas. I usually take my makeup off right before bed so I can feel prettier for a tad longer. It just makes sense.
    I slid into my kitchen a bit too excited for no actual good reason except that my chicken Alfredo came out particularly better than it usually does. I serve myself a plate and pop it into the microwave. As it warms up, I take the opportunity to grab the remote and put on the show I had been binge-watching for the last 2 days. It was a reality show, of course.
    I flip it on and let it play while my food continues to cook. The microwave finally goes off and I pause it to go get my plate, and a drink, and finally settle into the couch with my throw blanket.
"About time," I say as I lose myself on the screen.

    Empty plate and empty cup on the coffee table while I was fully sprawled out on the couch feeling full and oh so comfortable.
    My phone lights up next to my plate and I glance at it to see that it's only been 42 mins.
    An unknown number had texted me.
    My face scrunches up in confusion as I pick it up to read what the message says.

    Unknown: Open the door.

    My heart drops to my stomach. Panic starts to set in and I start to rationalize who it could be and what I would do if they decided to barge in at any given moment. How would they have gotten my number? Did I have some sort of stalker after all? I wince at the thought.
    I decided that I would go check who it was and then lock myself in my closet to call the cops and hopefully that would buy me enough time.
    Why me?
    I take a deep breath and walk slowly towards the door, careful to make the floorboards squeak as little as possible. I tiptoe over and look into the fisheye, unintentionally holding my breath.
    I look in and see a man with black hair, he's looking down, leaning on the door frame and I can barely see his face.
    As if he could sense me, he looks up and looks straight at the peephole.
    I let out a soft gasp by accident and almost yelled at the sight.
    It's Kaito.
    I ease off my tiptoes and unlock the door, all tension and panic leaving my body.
    "What's wrong with you?" I bark as I swing the door open. "You freaked me out."
    "Seems like that's not very hard to do," he smiles. "Why are you so paranoid?"
    I cross my arms, "Probably the countless drunk creeps who hit on me and sometimes threaten me, asshole. What are you doing here?"
    He pauses and takes the time to eye me up and down and I suddenly become overly aware that I'm in my pajamas while he's looking so handsome in his button-down shirt and dress pants. Partly slick back hair and lots of jewelry. And also become aware of the fact that I'm giving this man, out of all people, attitude.
    My heart flutters. His stare was making me uneasy, like calling him an asshole was crossing a line.
    "Thought I'd surprise you," he finally says. "Are you gonna let me in?"
    I lose myself in thought, hesitant at first but then comply and swing open the door.
    "Yeah, sorry," I mutter.
    Here comes the spaz, great.
    "Did you miss me? Figured you would've called my tower to get a hold of me by now," Kaito states in an assertive tone like he's either inspecting my apartment or my outfit. All that playfulness he came in with was stripped away from him in an instant. He probably meant for that to come off as a joke, but it didn't.
    He turns and eyes me up and down again, making me self-conscious.
    "Um, no," I reply. "Your driver was adamant on dismissing me. Why would I do all that when you have my phone number?"
    He raises his eyebrow and holds his hands in front of his lap like he's waiting for me to figure it out from his stare alone or somehow read his mind. His darkness was spilling out of him.
    Why is he here so late, randomly, without texting me and then suddenly asking about getting in contact with him?
    He tilts his chin up and flicks his eyes, cockiness rising within him.
    "You're giving me a lot of attitude, Atalia."
    I squirm in my socks.
    What's up with him? Why's he acting so domineering from the start?
    "Yeah, now tell me why you're here," I try to return his demeanor and cross my arms. "And why do you think it's okay to show up unannounced after you continuously refuse to text me or even acknowledge me?"
    He seems unfazed by my questions, but I can see his jaw tighten and his stare harden.
    Uh oh, I sense danger.
    I feel slight regret creep into the back of my neck as I watch his stare turn dark. He doesn't break eye contact as he rushes forward and I instinctively back up into the door. He puts his hand above me leaning on the door which forces me to look up at him. He smells like cologne mixed in with a hint of cigarettes.
    He towers over me and I gulp at his sudden aggression.
    "I ask the questions. I make the demands," he orders through rigid breath. "Understood?"
    "Yes," I whisper.
    He tilts his head so my lips are by his ear.
    "Yes," I say louder.
    "Good girl," he states. "We can talk about that other shit later."
    My pussy throbs at the statement.
    He was making me so nervous, standing so close to me and then demanding things like that.
    "O-okay," I finally responded.
     "Good answer."
    I stayed silent, the tension was filling between us and the heat was making my sex ache.
    "We're going to my place," he says in a hushed tone. "Bring whatever you want and meet me in the parking lot in 10 minutes."
    I don't say a word, dumbfounded with his sudden power over me and dominant aura.
    He wasn't touching me, yet it felt like he could snap me in two if I said something wrong in the slightest.
    "I expect a response when I'm talking to you," he commands.
    "Yes, sir," I croak.
    He finally touches me, but only to grab my arm to pull me forward, jolting me off the door. He opens it and exits without saying another word and I'm left feeling confused and somewhat shocked.
    His place again?
    I wondered what would happen if I had refused to do so and stayed in instead. Would he come in here and force me to obey him?
    Oh god, I'm soaked.
    I don't want to find out, I would rather find out what he had planned for me at his place. He might not let me into his mind, but he'd let me into his home. To me that says a lot.
    Or he just wants to fuck you mercilessly.
    I push the thought aside and rush to my bedroom to get what I want. A few skincare products from my bathroom and a change of clothes for the morning. From his invitation, I hoped he would let me spend the night and I was invested in whatever he wanted to do to me. I rush out of the room and put my shoes on. I turn off my TV, and lights, grab my keys, grab my phone, and lock the door behind me. He said 10 minutes and I didn't want to start disappointing him simply by being late. I take the stairs down, deciding that the elevator would take too long to get there.
    As I'm running down the stairs, I think about what he said. That'd we talk about all that other shit later, but I figured it would be sooner. I hoped afterward he would nail me to his bed and then take claim over me once more. It was obvious that his sadism was peaking through, he was making no effort to hide it. He was going to fuck me with full force.
    Oh, god.
    I don't linger on my twisted thoughts and finally reach the stairway exit towards the parking lot. I open the door and notice a slicked-out black Porsche. The engine is running and it's parked right by the stairway door, like a safety hazard. Kaito's leaning on it right above the right tire close to the passenger side door, smoking a cigarette. It's mind-blowing how much he can predict my behavior and knows exactly how to read me, like how did he know I would take the stairs?
    He makes a disgusting habit look so attractive.
    I walked up to him, filled with anxiety about what he had planned and what our drive there would be like.
    "Ready?" He asks, cigarette wobbling on his lip.
    I nod, too nervous to speak all of a sudden.
    He might've eased up a little bit because he doesn't ask me to answer again and instead uncrosses his legs and throws his cigarette while he makes his way to his side of the car. I feel uneasy with his sudden calmness. Like he was saving all his power for our destination.
    "Get in."
    I rush over and open the door, scared to mess up his car which probably costs more than my entire existence. The leather interior feels cold under my bare legs. I didn't think about changing out of my pajamas because I figured whatever I wore would come off anyway, maybe even torn off.
    I flutter at that idea.
    I put my seatbelt on while Kaito puts the car in reverse, seatbeltless. It hums so loud underneath us.
    He reaches for the cup holders which were holding a pack of gum and he slides one into his mouth.
    He flicks his eyes towards me, so much darkness within them.
    "Want one?" He asks, so emotionless.
    Whatever it was that was affecting him, it was showing all over him. He seemed so cold, distant, and very apathetic. Almost lifeless. Like two completely different people. His playfulness and charm were gone, all that was left right here in front of me seemed to be very detached.
    Probably even lethal.
    I accepted his offer and took a piece of gum. Feeling more worried for my safety.
    "Kaito," I croak as we reach one of the main roads. "You're kind of scaring me."
    "Scaring you?" He asks, sounding frustrated.
    I hoped he would take it lightly. He didn't.
    "Yes," I replied.
    "How so?" He interrogates, sounding like a detective with so much seriousness in his tone.
    "You're acting very differently."
    "Because you know me so well?" He scoffs.
    I jerk my head back at the jab.
    "You're right, I don't, but it doesn't take a scientist to notice that something is bothering you," I grunt and turn towards the window, annoyed with his response.
    It's quiet in the car for a while, besides his music subtly playing in the background.
    "Snap at me like that again," he finally says. "I dare you."
    Heat rushes to my face and between my legs. I feel like apologizing right away, but I don't.
    "Should I be worried?" I whisper, feeling nervous but so turned on.
    He looks at me from the corner of his eye, "Yes. Always."
    I blink at his words.
    It wasn't a statement, it was a command.
    Scared to upset him, I didn't say another word.
    He's leaving so much up in the air and all I can do is overthink every single bit of it. So lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice we were going wickedly fast down the highway. Whatever was on his mind was truly controlling the wheel. He wanted to get there fast to unleash it on me as soon as possible. I wasn't even sure if I was ready for this and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to satisfy him. The idea made me more nervous than I already was.
    His super tall tower with the huge blue neon S plastered on the side comes into view.
    He eases off the highway ramp and makes his way through a different route than what Wesley took the last time. It seemed more convenient from the looks of it. We rushed past another hidden entrance and the custom driveway was another tunnel lined with blue lights.
    "Am I going to finally see your garage?" I ask without thinking.
    I was curious.
    Kaito didn't like that. He glares at me, the blue lights making it easier to see how tight he is clenching his jaw.
    I look away, nervous with his stare burning right into me.
    I look up for a moment to see him tilt his head to the side and hear a crack in his neck, something I haven't seen him do before.
    "It's looking like I have to shape your memory, don't I?" He responds completely ignoring my questions.
    I didn't say anything, worried about what would come next. I didn't understand what he meant by that and I didn't want to ask another question.
    "Oh, Atalia," he says, mockingly. "You need to be disciplined."
    Oh, my.
    I felt uneasy.
    We reach a waterfall cascading down from a smooth stone archway. It was another entrance because it shut off as soon as we approached it, letting us get through. I turn around and watch it turn back on as we pass it. I felt like a child going somewhere new, being amazed by everything I was seeing. This was all so new to me. Kaito was the kind of man who could have anything he wanted, he had the liberty and enough money to get it. I've never had that privilege, or even been exposed to much wealth in the first place, so all this was so amazing to witness. It was already looking more extravagant than Wesley's entrance. The waterfall was the gateway to a massive garage. It looked like it was the base of the huge tower built above it. Luxury cars were lining the walls of it, some foreign, some vintage, some a bit of both, and some newer models that were probably not even out yet.
    Kaito eased his Porsche into what looked like its designated parking spot and put the car in park.
    I had so many questions but decided to bite my tongue.
    "Let's go," he orders as he grabs his keys and slides out of the driver's seat.
    I do as I'm told and grab the door to close it, but Kaito appears out of nowhere and stops me.
    "Let me do it, you almost slammed it earlier and I can't have that," he stares right into me, clearly not going to take defiance anymore.
    "Okay," I instinctively replied.
    How controlling, he can't even let me close the door. What am I, 6?
    I said he was scaring me and it seemed like it didn't bother him at all. I can't seem to tell if he's powered by his control or his pure sadism. I was getting more and more nervous to find out. What if it's both? I haven't been given the chance to know him, but his dominance was pouring out of him with every movement, every word, and every damn breath.
    Lethal.
    He grabs my hand and I'm surprised with the interaction. He leads us to an elevator close by. Presses the button and shifts over to a black box on the wall, enters a code, and puts the keys in it.
    I squirm in my shorts.
    We stepped in and the ride up was filled with my fear and arousal. He was keeping me in the dark, leaving me to my defenses by not speaking a word to me. Only glaring at me when I would squirm or start to fidget.
    "Can we talk now?" I squeak.
    Stop. Talking. Let him say something to you, he doesn't want to.
    He tilts his neck again, but it doesn't crack this time. He pauses and turns to me. I feel flushed with his sudden attention focused on me and also feel like I'm screwed.
    "Relax, Atalia. I'm sorry I haven't said much, I'm not in the mood to talk," he states, less harsh than he was before, but still very powerful. "I'll answer your questions, but then you're mine for the taking. Got it?"
    "Yes," I say softly, very aroused.
    "Don't get lost in your head," he assures with a serious tone. "Tell me what you're thinking about."
    I stare at the floor.
    "Atalia," He sighs. "Look at me."
    I do as I'm told and feel the heat rush into my cheeks.
    His expression softens, "Tell me."
    So he did care. The gesture eased my mind a bit and I realized how serious he was being.
    "Why did you leave me in your apartment the other night? And why didn't you text or call, or say anything to me?" I questioned, feeling sad about the conversation already.
    He clenches his jaw, looking apologetic. His eyes looked sincere, it was so hard to maintain my anger when he was so damn hot.
    "I'm sorry, you're right," He sighs. "That night I had an event to go to, I should've told you that. I should've texted you or called at least, like you said. I'm not very good at that."
    I shook my head, "You sound like a boomer who can't work their phone."
    He lets out a small smile, "I can work my phone."
    "Oh, so then you are just an asshole," I rolled my eyes as I let out a laugh.
    His stare darkens, "Watch yourself, sweetheart."
    The shift in tone makes me take a deep breath. I crossed the line.
    "Anything else you want to say?" He asks as the elevator eases to a stop.
    "Your driver is a jerk, too," I let out, not caring what he was going to say. He was already planning on fucking me senseless anyway, might as well give him more ammo.
    Whoa, who are you? You've never thought that way before.
    "He's not a people person," He steps out into his penthouse and starts taking off his shirt. He wasn't wearing a muscle shirt underneath, his huge tattoo exposing itself right before my eyes. I hadn't noticed how muscular and toned his back happened to be.
    Oh god.
    "You're not a people person either," I muttered, in awe of his glory.
    "Yeah, but I can manage," He turns to face me. "Wesley's set in his ways. I always gotta remember my name, otherwise, everyone figures out how much of a fucking asshole I am, right?"
    He lets out a smile and winks at me.
    I stare down at the floor, flustered with his words. He wasn't mad that I called him that, or maybe he was and he was pretty damn good at keeping himself calm for the time being. However, I'm not sure how true that is considering how scary his quiet demeanor was a few minutes prior. He threw his shirt into a hamper and I hadn't realized that we were in the downstairs portion of his apartment. It was his gym area. There were foggy glass doors leading to multiple spots everywhere.
    He walks towards me and puts his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
    "Did you eat?" He asks, softly.
    I nod, feeling flustered.
    He takes a deep breath, eyes darkening, as he stares right into me.
    Oh, shit. Speak!
    "Yes," I mutter.
    "Good," He let out the breath he was holding. "Did you drink water?"
    "Yes," I whisper back, looking at his luscious lips that suddenly looked moist. "Lots."
    "Okay, good," He says in a hushed tone.
    He leans down and kisses me gently, his lips feeling powerful against mine. The warmth sends electricity through me. The force behind his lips gets heavier and more aggressive as he deepens his body into mine, making my knees buckle underneath me. I let out a small moan as he pulls away from me and I'm already lusting over him.
    Can you fuck me gently?
    The darkness seeps into his eyes and I instinctively look down, feeling the heaviness of my thoughts and the danger creeping into him.
    Guess not.
    "Run, baby," He pants as I look up to stare back at him.
    "What?" I croaked.
    He's taking my bag from me and throwing it over his shoulder.
    "Run, hide, escape me right now," He lets out a wicked smile. "The longer it takes me to catch you, the more gentle I'll be. You better hope you find a good hiding spot."
    He's being dead serious.
    "I'll give you a headstart, but as soon as I get all the toys I need to fuck you the way I need, I'm hunting you down. Run."

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