mr ceo is possessive (ongoing)

Chapter 7

Kayla's POV

Days past like the wind in fall and it was finally time to go home. During my short period here, I've considered Italy my second home. The city was filled with beautiful architectures and sunsets—I would love to come back here again. Maybe with someone I love. Just maybe.

Like a routine, every time I get off from work I'd go to Lucian's café for some coffee and that moan-worthy pie. I'd miss that the most, and Lucian.

The six foot one man was as delicious to the eyes as his pies were. There would be no reason for any woman to not fall over heels for him. He had become one of my favourite person to talk to. Despite only meeting a few days ago, it felt like we were long-time friends. We've shared little secrets with each other and told our most embarrassing stories. He also had taken me out for dinner and explored the night scenery of Italy.

When we finally checked out from the hotel, Lucian was sitting on the couch in the lobby. His eyes sparkled when he finally saw me. Wheeling my luggages behind me, I strolled towards him. However, mid-stroll, my wrist was engulfed by a bigger palm. I raised my eyebrow at the man beside me.

Christian Grey.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'll be back in a minute. Lucian's here," I said politely.

"We do not have time to entertain your Italian flavour, Miss Prior," His eyes shot daggers at me and his words cut a slit through my chest. I was taken aback.

What was wrong with this man? I had said nothing about his past relationships and now he wanted to comment on mine? On baseless statements?

"Well, since he's already here I might as well taste him," I spat harshly and stomped towards Lucian when his grip loosened.

Red, hot fury was rushing through my body and when I finally reached to Lucian, I let my bags go and gathered his face into my palms. His growing stubble itched my skin, feeling the coarse hairs. Furious, I slammed my red wine coloured lips onto his baby pink ones.

It took a second before Lucian completely took over the kiss. His large hands slipped to my jawline and my waist, caressing me ever so softly.

Lucian was a magnificent kisser. The way his tongue coaxed my lips to open up to him, the way his lips made love to mine—Definitely a good kisser and maybe lover too.

Lucian was the first one to pull away from the kiss. His baby pink lips were no longer the natural shade. He had lipstick smears all over his lips which only made him ten times hotter.

"What was that all about? Not that I hate it. No, no I liked it too much for my own good," He winked.

"I—"

"Are you ready to go, Miss Prior? Upset that there would be no more goodbye kisses and nightless fucks?" His voice was stone cold.

What kind of woman he thought I was? Even so if I were to sleep with Lucian, that would be none of his business. He was implying that I was a slut. He'd never heard me calling him a man-whore after he's done with those women he slept with.

"Scusi, but you're being rude to mia signora and I won't tolerate that," Lucian's eyes glared at Christian.

He pulled me behind him and took a protective stance in front of me as he straightened his back. Christian took a step closer and both men were chest to chest, sizing each other up.

"Non la meriti, cazzo!" Christian spat in Italian. "Che è mia!"

"È lei? Penso che preferisca stare con me più di te," Lucian smirked.

I had no idea what they were talking about and tried to put myself between the two brooding men before they could rip each other's throats out. Unfortunately, I was too slow.

Christian swung his fist and instantly punched Lucian's jaw which ignited a scream out of me. The Italian man stumbled a few steps due to the blow but was left unharmed. Except for the ugly bruise that began to form on his sharp jaw. I turned to Christian and swore at him.

"What the fucking hell are you doing?!"

"You can't talk to your boss with that foul language," He retorted. Oh, he just poured oil into the hot, sparking flame of anger.

"Why the hell did you punch Lucian? There wasn't any reason for you to punch his damn face!"

"I had every reason to. Bastard got on my fucking nerves so I fucking punched the fucker," Christian was seething with anger. "Why? Protecting your fuck buddy, are you?"

I stared at the man in front of me. Suddenly, I didn't know who he was. I knew him as the cold-hearted business mogul who captured every single deals he wanted. Yesterday, I saw his soft side. How worried he was about me. How he called me beautiful. But today, I knew him as an impeccable prick who looks at me with all the hatred in Hell. And I don't even know why.

"Yes, I'm protecting him because he hasn't done anything wrong to you and especially, me. He's the best thing that happened to me in Italy and now you should go back alone," My voice was stern and made no room for any arguments.

"What do you mean, alone?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"I'll be taking my overdue vacation until you've sorted out your ego and fucking anger issues,"

If it were any other jobs, I'd be fired on the spot just by talking rudely to my boss. My superior. The one who pays my paycheck. But I know Christian Grey could not function without me inside the office. I was an asset to him. The only one who was willing to be by his side after firing twelve secretaries before me.

"You must be joking, Miss Prior," His voice hardened.

"Unfortunately, I'm not. I intend to enjoy every bit of my holiday, here in Italy, with my fuck buddy, " I spat the last part harshly. "We'll fuck all night long if we want to,"

Albeit the unnecessary comment, I took Lucian's hand in mine and towed him away from the stoic Christian Grey.

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Translations:

"You don't deserve her, you fucker! She's mine!"

"Is she? I think she prefers to be with me than you,"

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hello everyone! here's chapter 7! Christian's being an angry asshat. whose team are you on?

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