You Belong to Me

The Truth

*warning*

Lots of language, manly f-bombs

We sat side by side on my couch, I was doubled over and rubbing my temples to ease the pain from my headache.

"So, you're telling me that you've known Cam for a couple years and this business he was starting was actually for you guys but yet you won't tell me the details of it because it was an illegal kind of business. Did I miss anything?"

Kai was sitting next to me, lounging on my couch and studying my reaction with a guarded expression. "Yup. That's pretty much everything I can tell you, Sweetheart." He arms were draped over the back of the seat.

This was going to be a long ass day.

"Okay, no. That's not gonna work for me. You've gotta give me more than that."

He shook his head slowly. "No."

"Damn it, Kai!" I stood up in frustration. Even standing over him he managed to keep his composure.

"Evie, no. You don't need-"

"That's bullshit. I deserve to know what my friend-"

"Friend? Who, Cam? How can you still defend him? After all this shit he's pulled and has dragged you into. And you still haven't answered my question. Has he contacted you?"

I lowered my head and mumbled. "Maybe." He looked at me sourly. "But I couldn't tell you anything." I said admittedly.

Kai stood up finally. "Let me see your phone, please." He held his hand out, expecting me to comply. He could see it was on my kitchen counter but he wanted me to give him permission first.

I shook my head no. "I can't. Besides, I just told you I couldn't give you any details. Cam didn't say where he was or anything."

"I don't care, Evie. You need to give me that phone."

I tried to argue one last time.

"This isn't negotiable, Evie. I'm taking the fucking phone." Before I could protest, he went to the counter and picked it up, putting it in his pocket and returned to get his jacket from the couch.

"Kai, don't-"

"I'll give this back to you when I come back tonight. Right now I need to get back before my boss gets pissed." He interrupted while putting his jacket back on.

"Don't bother. I don't want to fucking look at you again." I spat back. Letting him know how irritated I was. Already tears were stinging my eyes.

Fucking men!

He stopped, gaze holding me still while he spoke severely. "When I return tonight, you better have lost this fucking attitude of yours or I'll make you lose it." He stepped close to me, hand reaching and forcing my chin up so I had to look at him as his expression softened. "I'm serious. I expect to see you naked on the bed and waiting for me like a good girl." He winked and tried to kiss me but I pulled back, slipping out of his grip.

"Whatever. Just go." I snapped and wiped the tears away before they could be shed. Even though I was still mad about the secrets, his tone of authority had a bad influence on my body and it didn't help that I was getting turned on by his threats. I was kinda happy to know he planned to come back. But I wasn't about to let him know that.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

"If I wasn't already late, I'd take you over my knee this instant." He marched towards the door, I followed behind so I could slam it. Just as he opened it, he turned back quickly and said, "fix your attitude before I fix it for you." And left. I slammed my door, running back and throwing myself into the comforts and safety of my soft bed.