His To Adore

Conflict

The Beauty

I was fuming. Sitting in the car with the man whom I was sure didn't drop a sweat finding me while I spent a whole week of this extraordinary plan was not helping. I looked at him, sitting completely unhinged by the increasing flames in my mind.
I should just kill him.

"Don't plot my demise sitting there, Amore." He spoke..

What the hell ?

"I am not plotting anything." The words came out more defensive than my liking. The thought of him understanding what's on my mind didn't do well will me..

"You are glaring at me.."
"Because you deserve it."
"And you are thinking of killing me."
"You deserve it."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
That fucking dimple.

"So you admit plotting my demise."
"I.." The realisation crept in a second later.. "Fuck You.."

"Careful what you wish for Amore."

This man.

I rolled my eyes looking outside.. Talking with him only made my blood boil.. "You like keeping me locked up, don't you ? Like a fucking possesion ? An object ?" I spoke, still glaring at him.. The thought of being treated as an object pulls up deep wounds within me..

"Like my girl.. And I am not locking you up, Am I ?" He replied, his voice smooth and calm..

His Girl.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine. His girl. I wasn't expecting that answer.. I don't know what I was even expecting. Maybe an aggresive ‘you are mine.’ The reply had me shutting up for a moment before I found my voice again.. "Liar."

"Maybe I am. But not with you." His voice calm, unhinged..

The big mansion came into view as he pulled in the driveway..

Back to home.

He came to my side opening the door. There's no way I'm going without a fight.. I am his girl, ain't I ?

"Say please.." I spoke, my heart thudding despite the brief show of courage for a moment..

"Ah I see.. You know you can't do a thing if I decide to throw you over my shoulder and take you inside.." He smirked.. "So come before my change my mind Amore, Please.."

God. Maybe I should kill him.

I scoff and got down.. "You said please anyways."

"Anything for you Amore." I rolled my eyes.

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After a while I sat in my room— his room, because he didn't give me another— in my pajamas checking out my phone.. My head relatively cooled down, enough for me to think rationally. Getting away from this man wasn't as easy as I thought. It was better I couldn't see him anywhere near me now. The walls felt suffocating. I slipped out of the room, heading to the kitchen cause I have nothing to do..

The lavish kitchen, with the maids always working to keep it clean and perfect was something I couldn't stop staring at the first time I saw it.. Every corner screamed elegance and class.. But now, I roll my eyes at it.. It is beautiful, to be honest, but the person owning it doesn't deserve my appreciation..

The head chef working there looked up at me and smiled brightly, one that I couldn't help but return.. He was a dick, others weren't. No arguments.

The head chef was a woman in her forties, almost looking like a mother figure to all.. "Do you need anything miss ?" Her voice echoed in the kitchen.