Tu es à Moi

Lovin' it

Back to my routine again; I've decided not to return to the monster's lair just yet. I'm still working on honing my skills—both physical and mental—and pushing myself to train harder.

Today, I decided to strengthen my physical stamina with a good swim. My friend owns an Olympic-sized pool in the community, and I trust no place better. So, I threw on a two-piece swimsuit, covering it up with a large tee for the drive, and set out with a plan.

I was cruising with the song I Still Believe by Krazie Bone and Mariah Carey blasting through my car speakers, humming along as I drove. Everything was fine until I had to slam the brakes.

My heart raced—shit—I nearly hit someone.

Who the hell stands in the middle of the road like that?

Then I got a good look at him. Familiar—too familiar. Broad, muscled shoulders that practically begged to rip through his expensive suit. Pale skin, towering at around 6'9". His face was hidden under a luxurious hat, but the commanding presence, the dark, authoritative aura that practically screamed power. It was unmistakable.

Our eyes met, and I wished the seat beneath me would swallow me whole. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, and my stomach flipped with an annoying swirl of butterflies.

Not again. No, no, no. This can't be happening.

I tried to start the car again, tried to turn away and take the other route, but he was too quick. In a blink, he'd opened the passenger door and seated himself, calm as ever.

I felt paralyzed; my breath caught in my throat. His scent—masculine, intoxicating—filled the car, suffocating my senses. I had seen him several times before, but up close like this, his presence overwhelmed me.

Goddamn it, why does he have to look so... perfect? His sharp features, well-defined muscles, his chiseled face with those full lips—red as blood. And those eyes... dark green.

My favorite color.

No, no, no, don't get sucked in by this!

"Take a picture; it'll last longer," he said with that annoying smirk.

Argh, the nerve of this jerk.

I hated him.

He's a manwhore.
Manipulative.
And a freak for good reason:

He trespassed on our property.He controlled my body—literally.And now...

He pulled me effortlessly into his lap. I froze. My face buried into his chest, and I knew—I just knew—he was smiling that devilish smile.

"Already loving my body, huh?" His voice dripped with amusement.

I playfully hit his chest, trying to regain control of the situation. "Treat me to lunch," I demanded, matching him with cold eyes and a stern tone.

His smirk turned into a full smile—damn it, not good. My mind went into full-blown panic, but I kept my royal composure, the perks of being who I am.

He tightened his hold on my waist, a clear invitation to play. Two could play this game. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him, teasingly brushing my lips against his—just enough to make him want more.

"I see you like teasing," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear before gently biting my earlobe.

"Hey, stop!" I protested, trying to keep control of myself before I lost completely.

"You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you," he said, his voice softer, almost affectionate.

Whoa, okay, stalker vibes much?