He's An Arrangement

Neal

 I piled the rest of the dirty dishes in the sink, wiping my hands on the front of my apron and hoping Ruby won't get on me about it. She seems to forget we're selling food, not our goddamn bodies. I didn't sign up to have guys drooling over me in a dress with material that clings to my curves. It's uncomfortable and aggravating. Granny seems to have the same mindset as her granddaughter, sadly.

A pair of hands fell on my waist, and I smirked, thinking of Killian sneaking into the kitchen with the assistance of his friends just for the heck of it. I turned off the sink water, leaning back and clenching my eyes shut, "You're not supposed to be back here, Killian. I'm working," I said, crossing my arms across my chest and snuggling in closer. I inhaled, scrunching my nose and coughing, "New scent? I say return it, buddy."

The hands gripped tighter, my imagination ran, the image of bright red handprints on my pale skin fueled my mind. My stomach dropped in my sudden realization.

That's not Killian.

I opened my mouth. I don't know what I want to say. Should I yell for help? It's late, no one's in here. I'm sure Granny has already put up the closed sign and left. No one can hear my screams, "Let me go," I said before one of the hands released from my hip, throwing it over my mouth instead.

"Stay quiet and this will be much easier, my dear Emma," Neal's voice fell close to my ear, his hot breath against me. Chills cascaded over my body and my legs quivered. I used my own hand to grab his on my hip, forcing it away.

He twirled me around to face him, "I've missed you, Emma. Seems as if things have moved pretty fast with Killian," he grabbed ahold of my wrist, focusing on the engagement band. He twisted it off my hand, tossing it to the ground, "I don't understand. You've rejected me so many times."

I held back tears, opening my mouth and clenching my teeth down on his hand as hard as I could. He scowled, taking it from my mouth for only a second, just to throw his hand across my face, "Don't do that again," he commanded, eyebrows furrowed.

"You've caused me quite a lot of trouble, Emma. I've had to pay a large fine to get out of jail, and I've been demoted in my career because of the apparent allegations against my girlfriend.I can't believe you think I tried to murder you. Accidents do happen, Emma Swan. Yet here you are, cheating on me and getting engaged to a man that just had his wife kill herself."

He knows what the cops don't. He knows she killed herself. He must know it's my fault, "I do believe you've been wreaking havoc without me to straighten you out, so i'm here to make an offer. Come back home with me, Emma, and we can return to normal, or have your boy toy's life turn into a living hell."

I can't imagine having Killian's life go up in flames because of me. Because I was selfish. Neal dropped his hand, "Don't scream," he whispered, pressing me closer to the sink, holding my arms in place, close to him.

"Get off me, Neal," I gathered my courage looking back into his dark eyes, "Get the hell off me."

He chuckled in return, "You think you can just speak boldly and I'll give up on my Emma?" Neal brushed his finger over my blonde hair that I had just taken down, and his face moved close to mine. Rough lips fell upon my own in a needy, dominate kiss. His tongue pressed against my closed mouth, stepping on my foot, a common trick he uses to get me to allow in his tongue. I yelped, and it worked. His teeth bit down on my lipstick, digging into my flesh and the metalic taste of blood filled my mouth.

My arms dropped from his touch as he held onto my neck, keeping me in place. I took the opportunity, balling my fist and throwing it against his stomach. He grunted, releasing my mouth and holding onto himself instead.