Daddy simpson

Chapter eight

I've been arguing with brad for about five minutes now and he still won't leave me alone.

"Fucking hell, I'll stay at yours then but I have rules" I bark.

"Oh no angel I don't take or follow 'rules'" he cleared his throat "normally girls follow my rules" he said calmly with a slight grin.

"I don't give a fuck" I hissed not really getting the point of what he said "if you want me to stay at yours then you'll follow them"

He raises both brows "is that so? Go on then what are these 'rules'" he scoffed.

"Don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't sleep in the same room as me. so all in all don't be a dick" I said flashing a smug smile.

"Okay, but I'm just letting you know that this will be the only time I will ever take rules from you" he started to step closer until we got face to face. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him "your so damn beautiful, it's such a shame you have to be like this" I hate it when he makes me look at him because he knows he has control of me when he does it.

Before I get chance to make a witty comment back he walks off and gestures me to follow him.

We walk silently until we reach a large apartment building, he buzzes himself in and I can't help but feel really awkward now the alcohols wearing off.

"I-I'm sorry about before" I stuttered with my head looking firmly at the ground.

"Hmm"

"There you go again being a dick. I don't know why I bother" I ranted turning my back to him like a toddler.

"Just following your rules" I could practically feel him rolling his eyes.

I ignore him not knowing what to say because I'm in the wrong. I hate it when I'm wrong.

"I like you Amelia, your very different to all the girls I've met. But there's a reason I don't think that we get along" he admits.

I turn around with a puzzled look "what do you mean?" I questioned.

"Well there's a certain type of girl I usually tend to get along with" he said.

"Is this you telling me In a nice way I'm ugly?" I muttered.

"Amelia, you know I don't think your ugly, it's just, well, I can't really get into it" he coughed.

"Well I'm here all night" I push.

"Your too like me, your very opinionated and outspoken. some might even say feisty" he exclaimed.

"I like to take control in many different ways and I don't think your the type of girl that would let that happen" he smirked.

I froze, it suddenly got very hot in this lift and I feel bright red.

He comes closer to me pushing my back up against the doors of the lift.

"You seem nervous angel" he challenged while caressing my face "do I make you nervous?" He questioned while inching closer and closer.

I'm speechless under his touch, he makes me numb. How did me apologising turn to this?

the lift door opens and we stumble out.

Feeling slightly less awkward we walk down the corridor to his apartment.

He opens the door and I'm in shock, this is one of the nicest apartments I've ever seen.

"Wow, this is stunning" I say walking over to the glass that looks over Manchester.

"Impressive isn't it?" He asked to which I nodded.

"This could be ours one day" he grinned.