You're Mine

Chapter 8

3rd Person POV

Flashback: A little under 2 years earlier...

Alan had gotten together with Diana much faster than most people had expected. The tabloids had published many different articles about Alan and Kaycee's split. Most of them capitalizing on the fact that Alan was unfaithful. Everywhere Alan and Kaycee went, so did the paparazzi, even though they would be in two different places. Kaycee had tried not to give the tabloids any ammunition. Alan's little slut however did ANYTHING BUT help. She added fuel to the ever growing fire. Was slut too harsh? Well, can you really blame me?  Anyway, all of the drama between Kaycee and Alan had eventually died down, not that there was much of it to begin with, after Diana made sure all of the focus was on her and what she was doing, which wasn't necessarily anything spectacular. She would mostly be attending movie premiere's and fashion shows with Alan by her side looking slightly put off by the fact that she made him go with her to everything. 

Diana had instantly gotten clingy..if you couldn't tell (HAH).. and not the admirable kind of clingy..the kind of clingy where you wanted to scream. However, Alan never screamed at her or even called her out for it. He avoided drama at all costs. He would be respectful and charming. He would smile and "yes, dear." "of course, dear." until he eventually grew to hate her... not that he ever truly loved her. 

One night after the two had gotten home from attending one of the thirty thousand Gala's that they had been invited to, they had gotten into a fight.

"I hate going to every single one, Diana. I'm not a publicity person, you know that." Alan scowled as he yanked his tie from his neck, causing it to loosen.

"I know, but darling it's important that we increase out circle of people so I-" Alan looked at her through the reflection of the mirror. "I mean, we, can become more famous." Alan scoffed.

"More famous? Please, I'm already a legend and I'm not even fifty years old. I'm perfectly fine with the amount of fame I have now." Diana sighed.

"But what about me?" Alan began to grow angry.

"What about you? !" He whipped around and glared. "Everything we do, whether it's going to see your parents or attending a stupid Gala, is for you. So don't you dare act like I don't do anything for you! I gave up the love of my life for you!" That was enough to set off Diana.

"It always come back to that little bitch doesn't it." Alan gave her a cautious look. "She is literally nothing! She has no money, no fame, and she's nothing but a gold digging slut!" Alan had to refrain from doing anything irrational.

"What does that make you then?" He spoke through gritted teeth, his words practically meaning to wreck her. He went to leave but  Diana grabbed him and he turned towards her. Man, if looks could kill. "The next time you speak of her, you will not like the end result." With that, he stormed out and went into his bedroom, leaving Diana alone in the living room. He began to pace, thoughts of Kaycee flooding his mind. He missed her, he couldn't deny that but every time he would reach for his phone he would convince himself that she had no interest in speaking to him, even though that wasn't entirely true. The thought of her made his blood race and, to be quite frank, gave him an extremely difficult-to-manage hard on. He sighed and slumped down onto the bed, resting his head in his hands.

After leaving Alan to calm himself, Diana had decided to take upon herself and go try to mend things with him. She entered the room, gently touching Alan's shoulder but she was grabbed quite forcefully and pushed against the closest wall. Alan noticed how Diana's look had intensified and Alan narrowed his eyes. A new feeling began to wash over him. Did he want to hurt her?  No...it wasn't as potent as hate but it was close. He felt the need to control her, to tarnish whatever innocence she had left. His voice suddenly had a dark tone. 

"On your knees." Diana quickly obeyed, slowly kneeling down in front of him. She gazed up at him and he immediately barked another command. "Don't look at me!" She looked down at the floor. A smirk slowly spread across Alan's face...This...this would change everything.

1st Person POV

Kaycee hadn't said anything the entire time Alan spoke. She drank in every word, slightly , which put Alan off slightly. He had told her what he had done to Diana, what he wanted to do to her. It was a lot for one person to hear. Kaycee stood and began to pace slowly.

"Say something, please." Alan watched her as she paced back and forth. She still wouldn't say anything, maybe she didn't know what to say.

"I..I don't know what to say here, Alan." He simply took her hand and pulled her to him.

"I don't expect a good reaction, however, I have a proposal for you." Kaycee raised an eyebrow, thinking and almost knowing what he was about to say. "Be my submissive."