Make Me Yours

Lillian Fox 04

I was all about to give up and return home with a failed day when the door rung, saying a new customer. I watched his back walk past me sitting a bit away from me. Sam smiled as he slipped up to the guy and asked his order. I couldn't hear what he said but he looked uncomfortable when Sam got close. He leaned in his seat and I had to admit his side features are gorgeous.

I got up and walked and sat next to him, building up my courage, "Hi, I'm Lillian Fox" .

He turned to look at me as his face shifted in disgust. Which I didn't expect him to give me any other look.

"Not interested." He spoke causally picking his drink up and lifted it to his full lips and taking a drink from his glass.

"It's my face isn't it?" I questioned though I knew it definitely was. I saw his eyes dart all over my body before looking back at my face.

"Yeah." He spoke, turning his attention back to his drink. He's it! I smiled, reaching over and taking his drink and headed towards a booth in the back of the room and twirled to see him glaring after me. I twirled my fingers for him to follow me, which he did. He walked over and sat close to me, which caught me off guard. I felt my cheeks go bright pink.

"You shouldn't be taking a strange mans drink" He smirked at me, reaching over me and taking his drink back. I smiled back him.

"I need you." I let slip my lips, I saw him stiffen before turning to glance at me completely bewildered. I could tell I took him off guard now.

"What did you just say?" His eyes narrowed at me, his grip after the glass tightening. He sat there waiting for me to talk once more.

"You heard me. I need you." I stated before looking him in the eyes. Again he stiffened and he scooted a bit from me without breaking eye contact.

"You don't even know me, what could you need me for?" He seemed uninterested, but finished with a question stretching his arm over the booth.

"Actually I do. Your name is Ryder Stone, you have a little sister Sierra Stone who is currently seeing her fiance Jack Butcher. You have major mother issues and treat women like they are objects and you've never loved any women but your sister. How am I doing?" I poured out and each thing that came out his face fell more and more til he was completely frowning.

"Sounds very stereotypical." He smirked glaring into my eyes. How does he not know that I know him, it's one of the gifts from that vudu lady gave me that power.

"But I am right." I smiled knowing I was, his body tightened and he averted his eyes to his drink.

" I suppose. " He shrugged, turning back to and staring at me, "What do you want?" He added.

" I want you to make me fall in love with you" I spoke, placing my hands on the table, intertwining my fingers together. His head shoot up from his glass with bewilderment before turning to a emotionless face.

"No." He harshly spat, getting out of the booth and walking back to the counter. I quickly stood up and followed after him.

"Can you at least hear me out?" I whined, grabbing a handful of his leather coat. He rolled his shoulders making me lose my grip.

"No way! I don't want someone as ugly as you loving me. Go find some Prince charming, cause that ain't me." He snarled.

"You really are an ignorant asshole aren't you?" I questioned , with that his body stiffened and turned to glare at me. I couldn't help but let a smile escape my lips.

"You trying to piss me off " He snarled once more, turning his attention back to me. He is really easy to piss off, this should be fun.

"What, is calling you an asshole a nerve pincher? Do you have any others? Hmm.... Let's see. How about an egotistical jerk? Or a twat, cunt cake?" I started to list, watching his expression growing more and more pissed as his face heated up with a dark color of red.

"ENOUGH!" He yelled grabbing my wrist and pinned me against the counter and my back slammed into it, pain jolting through me. His eyes shoot daggers at me with hatred in them. Maybe I went a little to far?

"Oww.." I let out a little whimper, the business guys looked over at us, glaring before shrugging and going back to their conversation. Sam looked surprised as he watched us. Ryder stood with his right grip around my wrists.

"You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that. Keep it up, and your wrists and back won't be the only thing that hurts." He growled at me, letting me go and turning on his heel to leave the bar. He stopped and took his wallet out throwing a twenty dollar bill at Sam and headed back towards the exit.

" Wait! " I yelled, starting to follow him out the door. I saw Sam's gaze follow after me. I caught up with him and grabbed a hold of his arm. He spun around and pushed me off of him.

"Get the fuck off me!" He yelled, taking a step back, giving himself space between us.