His possession

chapter 7

He opened his eyes and smiled at her. The effect on her body alarmed her.

His smiled should not affect her so easily.
"Good morning. " he said. His hand on her waist moved up her rib cage to lie underneath

"Morning."

"Did you sleep well?"

How strange for her to be having a conversation about her sleeping pattern with her boss? Wait a minute. She was in bed with her boss. That sort of thing mustn't happen. Shit. She wished her mother hadn't kept her in the dark about so many
things. But then

Shut up, Selena.

"Yes. I did."

"Good. I'm glad." jalal leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
"You keep doing that," she said.
"What?"
"Kissing me. I'm your employee. You shouldn't kiss me." Her fingers traced the line of her lips.
"I like kissing you. Don't you like me kissing you?"
"No," she whispered not speaking any louder.
He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking the curve of her jaw. "You're so beautiful."

She liked his compliments. Licking her lips, Selena stared into his eyes. Their gazes held in a fight of wills. Who would look away first?
"You don't believe me when I say you're beautiful?" he asked.

Selena wouldn't turn away. "I don't know what to think. Beauty means so many things to so many people."

Jalal chuckled. "Your eyes speak of so much knowledge. Of shit you should never have witnessed. Yet, you say stuff that has an air of innocence. You're a contradiction, Miss Moore."
"You've got secrets. I'm going to unlock them."

Her heart beat faster. No one could ever know about her past. Her mother had forbidden her to ever speak of her life. The day she killed herself was the day the old selena ceased to exist.

"I've got no secrets. I'm just trying to make my way," she said. Her hand stopped him from moving down her face. The fear of being caught gave her the strength to stop him on his quest.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything," she said she decide to get up, jalal stopped her by pin her hand enable to let her move
"You're scared of my touch." To prove his point, his hand went to her collarbone  Selena tried not to struggle under his touch. Tears formed in her eyes, and she bit her lip to stop calling out.

His touch scared her, not because she was repulsed, but because of what it made her feel.
She didn't understand what was going on with her
Jalal malik Ashwood was a dangerous man, and she
should be running in the opposite way to avoid him.

"I can feel your heart beating, Selena." She broke eye contact and stared down at his hand. His fingers were tilted  touching.

"S-stop," she said. He pulled his hand away.
"You're a bright young woman. I see you, and you're happy to hand out mail and serve coffee. I don't buy it. I've seen you glance at the art work in the corridors when you think no one is looking. There is something about you, Selena. You want to see the world but are afraid to open up and fly."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She did. What scared her was how easily he could read her.

"I could show you everything." He grabbed her chin in a strong grip. Not tight with the intent to hurt.
"One more time."
Jalal bent his head, and selena tried to stop him.
But was a little bit late
His kiss had caught her off guard. She loved the feel of being in his arms and having him take total control over her.

"A man will say anything to get one thing. Keep yourself whole, Selena. Once you give it up, they'll treat you like trash."
"What's the matter?" jalal asked, coming off her.
"I-I-I would like to get dressed now." She hated it when she mumbled. The sound made her appear childish even to herself.

"We're not doing anything wrong," he said. A frown marred his face. Licking her lips she turned away, dropping her hands from his hair.

"I-I know. B-but I think I should get ready for work." She closed her eyes  thanking anyone for the fact he didn't ridicule her.

He got up from her body.

"Shouldn't you put some clothes on?" she asked.
"This is my house, and I'll wear what I like. Besides, I like your gaze on me." He stared at her for several minutes. Unable to concentrate with his presence she pushed away from the bed and went in search of her clothes. She found them and began dressing. Taking the brush she'd found last night, she stood in the mirror brushing her hair.

"Would your driver take me home? I need to change before work." Jalal moved and stood behind her. He wore a black business suit with a crisp white shirt and a tailored jacket.
"You're not going back there," he said to her reflection in the mirror.
"I have to. It's my home."
He took the brush out of her hands and began to brush her long length of hair. The action he used was smooth. "I told you last night I wouldn't let you go back to that house."

"But everything is there. My stuff."

"Give me your keys. I'll get my men to clean it out. I don't want you back in that street."

She turned round and took the brush out of his hands. "You don't know me. You can't just bombard my life like that."

"Can't I?" He folded his arms over his impressive chest. "selena, I hate to break this to you, but no one knows where you are."

"You won't hurt me."

"No, I won't, which is why you won't be returning to that place. Give me your keys. I'm taking care of you from here." He opened his hand,  and understand what I'm offering you. Give me your keys. Don't make me take them from you." Selena had never had another person be so protective of her. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she glanced down at the
floor. Jalal was so different from everyone she'd heard about.
"I don't have the keys. They're in my bag, which I left downstairs," she said.
"Fine. Finish getting dressed, and we'll go down for breakfast.
You can give me your keys, and then we'll go to work."
Selena nodded.