Perfect Proposal

33.

"You," I screamed as I soon as I saw a silhouette. It was dark, menacing, and was taking painfully slow steps towards me in the room where I was kept.

I should be scared to death, my hands should be trembling in fear, that should slowly clench the breath out of my lungs. But I wasn't scared.

My eyes were darting around the room. It was glittery and the beauty of vintage interiors made it look like a place where one would desire to spend life till eternity.

For a kidnapped girl, it was actually a suite, luxurious enough that would sparkle anyone's eyes except mine. I was busy thinking the logic behind keeping me in here.

The man came close to me.

It was all blurry for my eyes due to drugs that was injected me. I felt a surge of pain hitting my head in waves, as if they were waiting to drag into their abyss.

"Jayden you bastard why did you do this?"

"You have left me no choice."

"Fuck. Leave me alone. I just don't wanna be in all these fuss. I don't wanna be with you anymore. All you do is these kinda things. I hate you."

"So you loved me earlier?" He said as he opened the window, cold breeze filtered in embracing my body.

He stood there relishing the moment but I felt a storm brewing inside him and that it is flame of some unknown danger lurking over the dark.

I was trembling in cold. The shirt and my pencil skirt did nothing to cover me and few parts of it were torn out during the kidnapping and the fresh breeze had started to tickle me which made me quiver.

Noticing me, he came forward and took off his coat to cover me and quickly closed the window.

I heaved in relief and snuggled to the warmth it provided.

His warmth!

"You should've tied me, Jayden." I smirked.

"I don't wanna tie you down, Hel. I wanted to make few things clear."

"Fuck you, bastard. Kidnapping me to here is not a solution. I bloody hate you." My stomach was growling in pain as I only had a coffee for the last 24 hours, "I am hungry."

He nodded and went to the kitchen. I slowly trudged behind him, I felt like I was crawling literally.

I saw him standing in front of stove, his back facing me. He wore a pastel green T-shirt and jeans. The moments when I saw him first, dangled in front of my eyes, the way he ran towards me with a face filled with fury and also it carried a hint of worry, I guess so.

He was making omelette and bread toast. From the fridge he took a carton of milk and poured into the vessel to make a coffee. He suddenly turned towards me, our eyes locked and he had a smirk in his face.

"What are you staring at?" He asked.

The ghost standing there, obviously you idiot!

"Um, I..don't like coffee." Stammering I uttered.

"But you seem to consume it a lot!" He replied, neglecting my preference.

"Damn, stalker."

"Nah girl, it's my people who keeps me informed about the ones..."

"So what do Dylan like? Coffee or beer?" I asked suddenly

"Beer, duh!"

"Neither! You sure, you know all your employees fine details like mine? I mean you wouldn't be knowing if someone is a spy," taking an apple from the tray, I said, after taking it's bite.

Suddenly Jayden leaped towards me, taking a bite from the apple, "well, you should worry about you not knowing the dangers you have dragged for yourself rather than me, Hel, oh the nick name literally suits your persona."

There was a brief pause. My breath was getting faster, heart beats thumping, our distance was closer, I glanced at his eyes, deep and eternal solitary for his confined feelings, those feelings which I wanna set fire!

Damn girl.

"Don't be a dominating freak Jayden. I am dragging troubles? It is you who keeps coming to me with those."

"It's your fucking fault, Helen Jane." His eyes narrowed as anger seethed through them. The fury is about to erupt, "who asked you to deliver drugs? You could've leave that Magoa. You didn't, rather you chased these troubles by yourself."

"Bastard, that's my choice, my fucking choice. Don't you dare question me for those. They are all not my fault, my fucking fault, you son of..." I was flaring as the rage consumed me.

I was blind in rage. The next second, I pushed him against the wall, my arms resting firmly on his hips, while his arms were clenched around mine, as our lips collided, thirst, lust, anger, emotions rummaged through my mind, making me catapult in pleasure.

He dragged me closer to him, our bodies rubbing against each other, his warmth spreading it's wings over mine, his fingers lacing my hips as mine stroked his hair strands.

The hunger was real. I never wanted someone oh-so much. He seemed to reciprocate in an intensity I never expected. He sensuously moved his tongue, making me throb in pleasure.