The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 15 - Unbelievable

Shocked to my core, I couldn't believe what was unfolding before my eyes. This man had officially lost it.

He held me tightly in his arms for what felt like an eternity before finally pulling away.

"Let's go home," he said abruptly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Before I could even gather my thoughts, I found myself being whisked out of the building and into his car.

"I know your favorite color was [F/C], so I had my interior designers redo the inside to change the color. Do you like it?" he asked eagerly, excitement evident in his voice.

"Uh..." I mumbled, completely at a loss for words, as he started the car and began driving towards his house.

I was absolutely stunned, as if my brain couldn't process the surreal situation unfolding before me.

He drove us to his gated house, and as he pulled into the driveway, he grabbed my hand and led me inside.

It wasn't until he sat me down on his couch that I finally snapped back to reality.

"Have you finally lost your mind?" I demanded, unable to contain my disbelief.

"No, I had a good long talk with my father," he replied calmly.

"Really?" I questioned, incredulous.

"Yes, he told me so much about you, and I asked him how to deal with these feelings. He said to treat you like how he treated my mother," he explained.

"And how was that?" I asked cautiously.

"You'll see. For now, let's relax and enjoy each other's company," he said, casually removing his suit jacket and rolling up his sleeves before sitting beside me and pulling me closer.

"Wait... this isn't right," I protested, trying to pull away from his grasp.

"Oh, I know. My father said you would say that, but it's okay," he reassured me, placing his hand on my inner thigh to keep me still.

"You love me as much as I love you... you just don't know how to show it," he declared confidently.

I felt rage bubbling inside me. "No, I don't."

"Don't worry, let's just relax," he insisted, his voice unnervingly calm.

How on earth was I supposed to relax in this situation?

I attempted to squirm out of his tight grip, but it only seemed to encourage him to hold me even tighter.

Then, with his free hand, he called someone over.

"This here is Y/N. Now, go get her something to drink," he commanded, directing his order to an elderly maid who scurried off obediently.

"I don't need something to drink," I protested, feeling increasingly uneasy.

"Of course you do. You need to relax and just let the feelings flow," he replied, his tone strangely soothing yet manipulative.