My Biggest Obsession

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲.

♪ Shut up and listen - Nicholas Bonnin, Angelicca ♪

| Ivory |

I didn't care. I slammed open the door of his office. I needed to know what happened. He stood there, at his desk drinking a glass of whiskey, looking in my direction.

"What are you doing here ?" He looked at me from the corner of his eyes, his voice hoarse.

"What the fuck was this conversation you had with the others ?" I ignored his question, "You made me look like a poor and weak girl, incapable of defending herself!"

"You listen at doors now?"

"Don't you dare change the topic! And in case you didn't know the walls are thin here." I cleared my throat, "I want answers. What the fuck is this all about?"

"What the fuck do you mean? Are you doubting my capacity to do what I have to do to keep you safe ?" He exclaimed with a voice filled with coldness.

"What the fuck does that even mean? All you do is repeat the same shit over, and over again! You stand in front of everyone acting like the big Aace, saying that magically I'll be safe and protected from danger but you can't guarantee that! You can't guarantee anything! And you know this perfectly as I do. And what will you do when the danger will catch me-"

"But the danger won't catch you!" He cut me off, shouting.

A laugh escapes me, but this one had a bitter taste in my mouth. "How do you know? How can you be so sure of it? You know he's doing everything to get me back right? You know that."

His jaw tensed, he clenched his fists, as he looked at me deeply and coldly.

"Aace." I repeated again, "You know that-"

"OF COURSE I DO! And what do you think it does to me? Knowing that a bastard wants the woman I married! The same, that held her captive for five fucking years! You don't know how much I want to make him pay, to make him suffer!" He exploded, and I could feel his rage through his eyes.

He tensed up as he finished his glass of whiskey. While I just stood there, unable to speak. He sat down on his chair and I heard him sighing deeply, "Come here."

I looked up at him, confused. "What?"

"I said come here." He gestured to me to get on his lap.

I stayed frozen. I didn't know what to do.

"I won't repeat myself, Ivory. Either you come here by yourself, or I drag your ass there by myself. Which one do you choose?"

After a time of reflection, I conclude that I've chosen the first one. It only takes me a few seconds to arrive in front of him. I swallow hardly as I slowly sit on his lap, looking straight in his eyes. I feel his muscles relax under me when I do. He stares at my body and I suddenly feel like I'm naked in front him. I feel his hand on my thigh searching for something in my holster strapped to it. My breath hitches when I notice he got my knife.

"Are you scared of it?" His voice sounded like a threat full of lust.

"No." I admitted shamelessly.

"Good." He smirked, then slowly dragged the blade under my jaw, slowly sliding it up and down on my neck as my breath hitched. "One wrong movement and I could slit your throat open. Yet you're still not afraid, are you?" He demanded as he raised his eyebrows.

"No."

"You know... I've always found that fascinating."

"What do you find fascinating?"