Mr Possessive (BoyxBoy) *Editing*

Chapter 8

-Chapter 8-

Angrily I dump my bags on the floor besides the spare bed while Haze smirks in the corner. It’s one thing to leave the country and not take your children, but it’s an entirely different thing to leave them in a house with their worst enemy.

It was like handing over your best friend to a murderer! Okay, not that extreme but you get my point. I didn’t want to be here.

“I’ll tell the maids that we have a guest staying with us while you get settled in.” He says, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Unintentionally my eyes follow his retreating back, mesmerized by the way he moves.

When he’s gone I lower my eyes onto the ground, sitting on the soft double bed. Why must I be like this? Why can’t I be straight like any normal person? And why out of everyone am I looking at Haze?!

I sigh, laying down. Life is complicated, that’s why. I just wish it wasn’t.

All I need is a day out with some of my friends, away from Haze. I don’t really like him; it’s just my hormones and boredom trying to get the best of me.

I sit back up on the bed. I look around at the plain room. The walls are painted cream, a window seat on the far wall, a landscape painting above the bed and a desk besides the door. So much different to my dark blue wall, black curtains over the windows and posters everywhere.

I’m just glad that it’s clean. I’m much rather gorge my eyes out with a spoon than step foot in Haze’s bedroom.

I pull open my bag that I bought and begin to put my clothes away in the wardrobe and draws. I place my laptop on the desk as there’s a knock at the door. “Come in.” I say.

A lady in her late 40s with black hair and brown eyes walks in, a blue and white dress hanging on her frail form. “Haze has asked me to guide you to the dining hall, so if you will follow me please, Mr Kingston.”

Before I can say anything she turns and walks away, forcing me into run to be able to keep up. By the time she opens the doors leading into the ‘dining hall’ I’m puffing and have a stitch aching the side of my body.

I walk in and double over, holding my side. “Why is your house so big?” I ask when I catch my breath.

He shrugs, “Pointless really.”

I stand straight again and look around the room, the room is bigger than my bedroom by 2. And a crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling over a giant mahogany table and chairs in the middle of the room, light coming from the glass wall reflecting off the teardrop crystals.

Outside the glass wall is the most amazing garden I have ever seen before. I stand mesmerized at the plants and flowers of all different shapes and sizes until I remember who I’m with and where I am.

“Wait until it’s dark.” Haze says and I turn to find him leaning against the corner of the room.

“Huh?”

He nods towards the glass wall, “The garden; when it’s dark it’s something entirely different.”

I face the garden again, wishing that I could go out there right now and draw the droplets of water hanging from the rose petals, or the curves of the prettiest flower. Even the shadows cast along the green grass.

“I need you to go with the butler and retrieve something for me, he knows what it is but I need you to deliver it to me.” He says, “You’ll be leaving in an hour.”

That’s all he says before he disappears down the hall. I groan and slowly make my way back to my room, trying to memorise the way the maid went. After three wrong turns I finally find the familiar room that I’ll be staying in.

I open the door to find Haze sitting on my bed, a familiar magazine in hand. When he hears the door open he looks up with a raised eyebrow. “What took you so long?”

“Maybe the fact that your house is a maze.” I say, defending myself.

He shrugs, “Whatever.”

“What are you doing in here?” I ask, “Well I came to help you pack but then I found this and thought I’d show you something.”

This time I’m the one who raises an eyebrow. “Show me what?”

Instead of answering he stands up and pulls out the secret magazine between the pages. My face goes beet red and I leap to snatch it out of his hands.

“Give it back.” I growl.

He tsk, “I thought I told you about this last time.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

“You’re mine now, which means you won’t be needing this.” He motions towards the magazine staring naked men. “If you’re ever horny you come straight to me.”

I open my mouth to argue but before anything comes out a tearing sound is heard throughout the room and I stare open mouthed at the now halved magazine in Haze’s hands.

“Hey!” I say, jumping to reach for it.

Effortlessly he sidesteps me and rips it again and again until all that’s left is tiny pieces.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” I yell, picking up a piece to examine it. There’s no way I’m going to be able to put this back together.

I can feel him shrug from behind me. “You won’t be needing it anymore anyway so it was pointless to keep around.”

Before he can even comprehend what I’m doing I’m on top of him and punching his chest as hard as I can, lucky for him it’s not that hard.

He laughs underneath me and pushes me beside him on the ground before pinning me beneath his body.

When I punch him in the stomach he groans as his breath leaves him but before I can get in another hit he has my hands pinned above my head.

“Why are you hitting me?”

“Because, you’re an ass!” I spit back.

“What did I ever do to you?” He asks with innocent green eyes that want to make me choke him.

“You forced me to be your damn slave!”

“But have I ever asked you to do something even remotely dangerous?” He asks, “Have I ever asked you to try something you didn’t want to? Have I even really asked you to do anything?”

I pause for a second, he has me there. There was nothing for me to be angry at. Finally I relax from underneath him but he doesn’t move.

“Can you get off now?” I ask him.

At first he doesn’t say anything but finally picks himself off of me and leaves the room before I can say anything.

I contemplate going after him but in the end decide against it. I’ve just embarrassed myself for an hour. I didn’t even have a reason to get mad at him; it just seemed that I should be.

What he said was right though, he hasn’t even asked me to do anything; which surprises me really. I thought he’d have me doing all of these ridiculous things that I would never normally do.

After half an hour or more of playing on my phone and reading Haze walks into my room. I remove the headphones from my ear. “Yeah?” I ask.

“The butlers waiting outside for you to go with him.” He says before leaving again.

I roll my eyes and stuff the phone back in my pocket. I should have known that he wouldn’t even help me find my way down.

Well… here goes nothing.

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So... what do you think Haze has Snowy retrieving?