"I hate you so much," i said while looking directly into his eyes.
He takes steps towards me while maintaining the eye contact .
"But you'd still be begging me to fuck you till you pass out" he said and smashed his lips on mine.
He kissed me like...
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In his eyes, she's a shining light, When she's near, all else takes flight, Colors dull, sounds dim, in her glow, She's his wildrabbit, where all everything else fades low.
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Finally, he spoke, his voice low and measured, dripping with a confidence that made my heart skip a beat.
"𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘."
Wait, what? Did he just agree that easily?
What were you expecting, Seher—that he would beg you to stay? That he would drop the arrogant, mysterious act and confess some undying love like a hero out of one of those overdramatic Wattpad novels?
Of course not.
I'm not the damsel in a fairytale romance where the brooding billionaire rescues the girl and declares her his. Reality doesn't work that way, and neither does he.
Aziz doesn't save people, at least not for free. He doesn't do anything without a reason. So why save me? What's his game?
Is it just a twisted power play, or something else?
And why am I, of all people, caught up in it?
It's driving me crazy, the not knowing. My heart wants to believe there's something more behind that intense gaze of his, something more behind the possessiveness that seeps into every word, every touch.
But why would a man like him want someone like me? I'm not some grand prize to be won, and he's not some knight in shining armor.
I'm a woman who's barely holding herself together after everything that's happened.
He saved me, sure, but that doesn't mean he wants me—or that he should. Maybe he gets off on control, or maybe he sees me as some pawn in a game I don't even understand yet.
Seher don't judge book by its cover
But-
But why would he want me? I mean, we've only kissed twice, and both times were in the heat of the moment.
There was nothing planned, nothing logical—just raw, unfiltered tension. It doesn't make sense.
A man like him, with all his power and control, could have anyone he wants. Why is he toying with me?
Aziz's voice cut through the charged silence between us. "𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
