Dollface

Part 32

He was cynically in love with the responsibility, dominant over my recessive nature. I felt like I had to fight him every time to feel less inferior under his gaze.

I just wanted him to feel frustration and anger. I'd rather be merciless, and I have quite a problem showing my emotions, but it became easy when I slammed the door after telling him to go fuck himself.

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The next day, Simon was awake, working on his computer since 6am. He didn't ask me for help at all. In fact, we didn't speak. Sounds familiar.

A hard knock startled me slightly, making my head snap towards the door, with my hair still damp from a shower, I clung to the edge of the sink as my heart was already in my throat.

S: Isa you were in there for two hours!!

Simon yelled angrily from the other side of the door and slammed his fist hard, I felt I had to let him know I was still alive so I dropped the brush in my hand to the floor for an audible sound, I'm sure he heard it.

But even so I said nothing as he continued to bang his fist on the door while angrily threatening me. I was barely wearing anything, just a pair of underwear and a large cotton robe that showed just enough of my cleavage to make him mad.

S: I swear I'm going to break down that damn door you little-

With an angry frown I turn on the water at the sink and block the sound of his voice. It made him stop talking when he realized I was intentionally trying to silence him.

After a while it got quiet so I guess he got too mad and left, with that in mind I walk out without saying a word without looking in Simom's direction. I could see in the hallway out of the corner of my eye that he was leaning back in his desk chair throwing a small ball in the air and catching it.

I could feel his eyes burning into me as I went into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice, when I turned around the bathroom door slammed shut and Simon was no longer sitting in his chair. The sound almost echoed, he was angry which made me very happy.

My weak grin disappears from my face as the door opens again revealing Simon as he fastens his belt. My eyes quickly turn back to the fridge where I put the juice carton back and make my way back to the bedroom.

S: Isabell!

I ignore his voice and go to slam the door behind me but his hand catches it in the middle.

S: This is such nonsense Isabell, you can't just ignore me! God knows how long we'll be here!
I:...

I stiffly rummage through my dresser, looking for something to wear.

S: You're really getting on my nerves, Isa.

I hear him sternly warn a few meters behind me.

S: Isabell.
I:...
S: Isa look at me.

I refuse to turn my head and pull out a pair of sweatpants, checking to see if they match the top I wanted to wear with them.

S: ...Dollface?

He muttered under his breath, knowing it does things to me. Though I refused to show it, knowing I couldn't give in to his stupid nickname. There was a silent pause until I almost lost the strength in my legs to stand up when I felt his hands press against my hips.

Heart pounding, I struggle to keep my composure. I couldn't stand the touch of his hands. I try to fight it, using the memories of the cruel words he used against me as encouragement. I used every insult as fuel to be angry and ignore his intoxicating touch.

I pull off a small top, pull away from him and throw the fabric onto the bed along with the sweatpants. Then I cross the room to the closet, leaving him standing there with his hands through his hair in absolute frustration and stunned rage.

S: Really?

He growled again, I felt his presence move just inches away behind me, I took a deep breath and pushed aside all of his plain black shirts to find the shirt I was looking for.

His hands grabbed my hips again, this time tighter, as if to tell me they were determined to stay there, his hot breath fanned the skin of my neck and he made sure I felt his lips brush against the skin ever so lightly.

As if he wasn't there, I took off my shirt and tried to move away, but was surprised when Simom ripped it out of my hand and threw it on the floor.

S: You're playing a game here that won't last very long on your part.

He whispered in my ear, still holding my hip, making me stare at the closet. I bit my tongue, desperate to stay quiet.

S: Hm?

He hummed and brushed his nose against my cheek.

S: You must be really mad at me if you little smartass don't fight back.

Still, I held my breath and remained silent.

S: Fine, I'll make you talk.

My breath catches as his hands slowly begin to move up the fabric of my robe. When I feel his thumb gently touch my collarbone, a shaky breath escapes my mouth.

S: Did you leave that part open for a reason?

I stare at the part where the robe just about covers my cleavage.

S: It's killing me, baby.

My lips part at the feeling of his lips clawing at the skin of my neck, causing my eyes to close. Slow kisses were placed on the warm skin as his arms snaked around my waist.

S: Wasn't that what you wanted to hear? I'm opening up to you.

He murmurs into the crook of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

S: How much more of this shit are you going to put me through? You're driving me crazy baby. I know I deserve it, but I'm running out of patience.

He leaves a peck behind my ear before carefully reaching for the tied front of my robe, but I grab his wrists before turning to look at him.

I: Simom, stop.

I glare at him as he looks down at me, dark brown eyes visible, watching me with absolute hatred, desire, and every other conflicting emotion there was.

S: You're so frustrating, but you always find a way to pull me back in and I hate it.
I: You don't deserve shit from me. You don't deserve my sympathy, you asshole.

He examined my face closely and seemed like nothing in particular was fazing him, but I knew he was hiding his emotions impressively well.

S: And what do I do about it?! Because I don't know! I don't know how to act around you!

He snapped, obviously irritated and confused.

I: You want to know what I want?!
S: YES!
I: Fine! Treat me like you meant every promise you made to my father. Treat me like you're supposed to protect me, like you want nothing to happen to me. Treating me with care doesn't mean you have to take care of me.

I explained angrily before sighing heavily to myself and letting my eyes fall to my feet.

I: I'm sensitive, okay. I understand. But you already know that, so I want you to stop being so rough with me...

I slowly look back at his face and notice it softening a tiny bit. Not as much as I wanted, but he stopped clenching his jaw and grabbed my hip again.

S: I'm always aggressive dollface, it's in my nature.
I: I know, but could you at least try? I promise that if you cooperate with me, I'll be less annoying too.

He took in my pleading expression for a few seconds before exhaling deeply.

S: ... good.

My mouth curves ever so slightly into a smile.

I: Have you calmed down yet?

I ask, noticing his deep breaths, like he was on fire a minute ago.

S: Not yet.

He murmured, leaning down and leaving three tender kisses on my lips, the last one longer than the others.

I: Thank you...
S: You're welcome.