Claire was a workaholic that didn't like to really settle down and relax, but when her best and only friend, buys tickets to see her favorite musical artist perform, Claire goes along, not expecting to be kidnapped by the famous singer.
Is that all...
I had to have heard him wrong because there is no way that he just said forever.
"I'm sorry, did I hear you wrong? Did you just say forever?"
He smirked at me, making my pulse quicken.
"No, you heard me clearly. I did say forever because from now on, it's you and me...forever."
I don't know what to think. I can't think. I can't even breathe.
My vision began to blur as I panted, desperately trying to suck air into my lungs.
He rushed over to me, a look of concern washing over his face.
"Sweetness?"
In my head I was yelling at him, but I couldn't form any actual words. Not a single sound was escaping me.
"Sweetness, please answer me! Sweetness, I need you to breathe for me. In and out."
FOr some reason I found myself following and copying his precise movements.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Finally, my vision completely cleared up and I focused in on him and the relief that was on his face.
"Hey! Okay, there's my Sweetness."
"I. Am. Not. Your. Sweetness!" I snapped as I finally reached my breaking point.
"You are what I say you are, which means that you are, in fact, my Sweetness," he snapped back before standing up and angrily storming out of the bedroom.
What in the world is going on?
He was just sweet and caring to me, making sure my panic attack didn't escalate, and then he snaps back to a self-centered, jerky prick.
Does he have bipolar disorder?
If so, I have to be in an entirely different category of crazy for me to actually find him appealing.
I've been here for all of a day, I think, and I'm already losing my marbles.
- Lake's POV -
Gosh, she is so damn infuriating! But she is infuriatingly beautiful, and mine whether she accepts that or not.
WHen she snapped back at me I was fighting the urge to punch a hole through the wall or kiss the eternal hell out of her.
So, I chose the third option: snap back and run out of the room before doing something that I'd surely regret.
"Hey, Lake, where you off to?" Braylon asked as I walked briskly past him.
"Gym," was all I said, causing him to chuckle.
"What happened? It looks like you'v got a stick up your ass."
"Fuck off," I said as I walked down the hallway and to my gym.
What was my plan in the gym?
To beat the snot out of the punching bag, lift some weights, and use the bar for some chin ups and shit like that.
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I don't know how long I was in the gym because I just lose all concept of time the moment I step foot inside. It's like my safe haven. A place where I can relax, unwind, and think of nothing else but my Sweetness.
I'll admit that my means of getting her home with me were probably not the smartest thing to do, but what's done is done.
I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts and my workout that I never heard anyone else enter the gym until they spoke.
"Boss...Boss!...BOSS!...LAKE!...Lake I just kissed Claire."
"YOU DID WHAT?!" I roared angrily at my tech guru. I'm going to kill him.
"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me! I was just trying to get your attention!" Kyler squeaked out in fear.
"I should really beat the hell out of you, you know that, right?" I snapped at him.
"Yes, and I'm sorry, but I wanted to have a word, oh mighty boss man," he said going back to his normal jokester self.
"What did you do now, Kyler?"
"I'm STARVING!" He whined like a child
"And? Go make yourself some food."
"You know that I can't cook. Don't you remember that time when I gave myself food poisoning because I ate raw chicken because it looked like fish from sushi?"
"I still don't know how you thought CHICKEN was FISH, or why you put in the microwave for a minute and said it was done before eating it whole," I said as I shook my head, still in disbelief at his stupidity.
"I was hungry though!"
"Fine, just give me an hour to shower and change, then I'll make you food," I sighed as I gave in.
"Yes! You're the best chef ever!"
I rolled my eyes before walking out and heading back to my room.
I opened the door to see Claire sat cross legged on the bed, staring out the window. I walked into the closet and grabbed some clothes before I headed to the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" She asked as she watched me closely.
"Going to take a shower," I said simply.
"Okay...well why don't you go to your own room instead of the one that you're holding me prisoner in?"
"You are not a prisoner in my house. You are free to roam the grounds, but you will be watched. Also, this is OUR room, Sweetness."
