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Her primary goal is to protect her family and her secrets. But what happens when the guy she is forbidden to kill uncovers the tr...
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Unable to rid my irritation towards Phoebe Smith, especially with the constant beyond suggestive images of my father and her together created by my over-active brain, I had to find an outlet for my rage and frustration. Not giving two cents about arriving on time to work, I headed to the gym in my building and did some intense workout all morning. I knew if I didn't vent out all my anger, I would not be held accountable for punching someone, more specifically, Miss Phoebe Ziva Smith.
Marching into the quiet space of my office after a well deserving re-energising lunch, I realised I couldn't keep putting off confronting Miss Smith any longer. Seeing her getting ready to go out for lunch, I knew I had to improvise. With her departing figure only an arm away, I instinctively reached out and grabbed her arm. Dragging her inside my office, I swiftly pressed her against the door without thinking twice about my strength or the situation we were in and locked the door behind her as a security measure.
Caging her between my arctic gaze and arms, I had to remind myself to not be influenced by how cute her shocked face appeared. Scolding myself internally to proceed with the matter at hand, I was able to maintain my angry exterior. Interiorly though, I was loving our position. And God... Her full red lip... it was getting the best of me. The sweetest and cutest thing of all, however, was when she looked at my nose to avoid meeting my eyes, thinking I wouldn't catch on this old aversion technique.
On the flip side, I hated the fact that she hated the position we were in when all women would kill to feel the closeness we were experiencing. To top it off, the reality she was cuddling with my father yesterday and didn't mind being close to him combined with her daring to slap me; which hurt and stung like a bitch, left me with conflicting emotions and a sense of betrayal which only aggravated my sour mood.
Despite all these, I still managed to feel sorry and worry for Phoebe when she let out a small cry of pain due to my sudden roughness. I was even on my way to apologise; then again it is Miss Phoebe Ziva Smith we were talking about here. She sucked in her pain and acted as if nothing happened. I recognised I had to suck it up too and not be upset at all the harsh words I was throwing her way. Above all, I had to control my males' hormones and forget there was a beautiful woman between my arms, whose sexy body was only begging to be taken. I had to go directly to the point.
Quite dumbfounded at her departing back, with the raging anger inside me ready to poke its ugly head, I was left with no choice but to let Miss Smith go despite not having received my answers. I knew if I had stopped her after she was done insulting me, I would do or say something I'll greatly regret in the future.
Taking a deep breath to control myself and not explode like a hot volcano, I recognised I will soon have to confront my father to know the truth. At the same time, I am certain Phoebe is going to beat me to it. It will be extremely stupid of me to not put it past her to run to my father to recount whatever happened between us. They need time to come up with some excuse to save themselves from my wrath, after all.
