Isabella Summer is a bright, bookish seventeen-year-old, counting down the days until she graduates and leaves for her dream college in another state. She dreams of becoming an author, living a quiet, peaceful life, and finding the kind of fairytale...
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Xavier's POV
"What do you mean? We never agreed that I would be moving in with you after graduation."
My blood instantly boiled hearing those words come out of her mouth.
Why?
Why does she still think that she genuinely still has a say in what I have planned for us?
My hand instantly wrapped around her delicate neck-- feeling her tiny neck wrapped around my hand, turning me on.
God, how is it possible that one girl can make me constantly feel this way?
I slightly squeezed it, "I said you are, so you are moving in."
I didn't want anything coming out of her mouth in protest.
Oh, I hope she wouldn't.
But, of course. Who am I kidding.
She just has to always say something back to me.
Her talking about her senior trip with her little friends made me feel even more possessive and angry.
She possibly still cannot care about her little friends, when she has me-- all of me.
Am I not enough for her?
Just what can I do to make her understand I am the only person on earth she needs and can rely on? Who knows what she will say to her friends about us and what those girls would feed into her head about me.
I don't want anyone influencing the way she thinks about me-- or really anything at all. I hate that anyone besides me could even be on her fucking mind.
Fucking makes my stomach turn.
I stared at her.
Does she really need another reminder?
Sighing, "You know you can never get away from me, right? I'm never letting you go. I will follow you to the ends of the world if I had to and take you back with me if you ever tried to leave. Then, I will chain you, lock you up in my room and never let you step outside of it so you don't try to leave me again and learn that I am in charge of you."
I feel immense pleasure every time I reminded her of who she belonged to.
How she will never escape me.
I could see it in her eyes-- my words scares her every time.
As much as I would rather see other emotions in her eyes when looking at me, if this is how I can get her to stay by my side then, I'll get what I can.
Does it really matter at the end of the day as long as she was with me?
I told her I'd be more than happy to take her and her little friends to anywhere they wanted on my jet. I don't think she liked that. And I didn't like that she didn't like the idea.
