The player and the shy girl (english version)

Under His Control

"Ready, Emma?"

I nod and leave my room.

"I'll remember this," I whisper to my aunt, and she rolls her eyes.

We leave and walk to their house.

Lucas' mom opens the door and steps aside to let me in. I walk in, and I see Lucas sitting on the couch, watching me. He stands up and looks at both of us.

"What's going on, mom?" he asks, glancing between us.

"Emma will be staying with us for about a week, maybe longer."

"Longer?" I ask, looking at Lucas' mom.

"Maybe," she replies, giving me a look.

"Emma, your house is under renovation. You can't stay there."

"I'd rather be there, even with the renovations," I say with a smile.

I turn to leave, but Lucas grabs my hand and pulls me up to his room.

"Lucas, let me go!"

I struggle to get free, but he lifts me and throws me over his shoulder.

Could this get any worse?

I glance back at his mom, who's watching us and laughing. Great, now she thinks I'm ridiculous.

He opens his bedroom door and locks it behind him. Wait, why did he lock it? Is he planning to...?

Lucas tosses me onto his bed and climbs on top of me.

"Does it bother you that you're staying here?" he asks, staring at me.

I just look at him. What kind of question is that? Of course, I don't want to stay here. His mom will be at work, and I'll be stuck with him.

"I asked you a question!" he yells, making me look at him harder.

"I'd just prefer to be at home."

"Well, that's too bad, because plans have changed, little one."

Did he just call me "little one"? Seriously?

"From now on, you're under my control," he says, smirking wickedly.

"Don't even think about it," I snap, pushing him off and getting up from the bed. I head for the door and grab the key to unlock it.

But Lucas is faster. He presses his body against mine, grabbing my hand with one of his and my waist with the other.

A jolt runs through me, sending shivers down my spine, and I freeze.

"Damn you," I hear Lucas mutter as he turns me to face him.

"That's not what I meant, by the way," he says, meeting my eyes.

I can't find the words to respond. This guy has driven me to my limits, and I don't even know how to deal with him anymore.

"You're not going to that party tomorrow," he says.

"Not this again," I groan, rolling my eyes.

"I SAID I'M GOING!" I emphasize, making sure he gets it.

"Since when does Emma talk back?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Since now," I reply with a smirk.

"You need to settle down. You're getting a bit too cocky."

"I don't need your approval to do what I want."

I see him tense up, and I know I've hit a nerve.

"Watch yourself."

"What's wrong? Don't like that I'm finally standing up to you?"

"I said, watch it!" he growls, glaring at me.

"Or what?" I tease. "You gonna start yelling?"

His face hardens with anger.

"Enough!" he yells, and he goes to punch the wall. But before he can, I wrap my arms around him, surprising him into stillness.

When he realizes what I've done, he relaxes and hugs me back tightly.

"You've broken a new record," I say, laughing as he pulls away.

"In what?" he asks, looking curious.

"You held out for a long time before getting mad."

He doesn't say anything, just laughs a little and nudges me.

"Idiot," he teases.

"Moron," I shoot back.

"Brat."

"Drama queen."

"ME?" he asks, shocked.

"I don't see anyone else here but you," I say, smirking.

"One more sarcastic remark, and you're out of here."

"Come on, am I really being sarcastic?" I joke again.

He looks at me, narrowing his eyes. He lifts me in his arms and throws me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me again.

"One more, and this will be your fault!" he warns, staring down at me.

What's he going to do if I say one more sarcastic thing? He can't actually do anything...