novelxo Chapter 99
I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. “**m* it. Not that the handle was broken or anything but I was living with a freaking tyrant. All he di*d was show off his money and oppress me all day. I did absolutely nothing to deserve that way that he treated me but yet again, there was nothing I could do about it. I was at his freaking mercy.
I could not wait to be free from him and whatever the hell he intended to do to me within the span of two weeks. I was still feeling really anxious about the whole thing especially the leaving the door open rule.
I had been eager to get out of his face all day and just get the hell out of the same space with him only for me to get here, wherever the this villa is located in and realize that I had no sense of privacy.
I was seething though so I could not care less about the rules. I just wanted to get the hell away from him. He was in my and I wanted him out of it.
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The door k***b was a little stiff and hard to use but I tried closing it anyway, hoping he might have forgotten about his**d rule. He had so much things to worry about, like thinking of new ways to make my life miserable and make me squirm under his gaze and make me feel small and undeserving of any respect. I tossed the bags on the bed, they were quite a number and while I was happy about my new possessions but how I got them was a little too demeaning for me and it was part of the reasons why I was boiling with anger.
Aston was right behind me when I walked into the house and I knew he was going to make his way upstairs very soon.
I was right. I heard his approaching footsteps and I felt my heart rate increase by like a million beats. I was both angry and scared about his presence. I wondered if he would have forgotten about the rule he made for me not to shut the door but it was the first thing he spoke about as soon as he made his way up the stairs.
“I thought I warned you not to keep this door shut?” he said and I almost hit my head on the wall trying to block out the sound of his annoying voice.
He burst into my room, not even bothering to knock and I was just shocked that he managed to break the lock but I admitted that I was a little scared. He pushed the door open without warning and made my heart jump.
“Leave it open, like I told you,” he ordered, his voice firm. My eyes met his and a part of me could not help but wonder how someone with such sweet looking eyes could be so wicked. His eyes were so deceiving, it was probably why so many girls fell for him all the time, why he was able to get into their pants without much trouble. Thinking that I was a victim of those sweet looking eyes made me vengeful.
“You p****rt!” I spat, crossing my arms. “Why do you want me to leave my door open? What kind of sick pleasure do you get from invading my privacy?” I asked because I was genuinely curious. He could get any girl he wanted including his so called mate to come stay with him in this big ***place for more than two weeks, why the hell would he want me when I didn’t want him? Why would he want me here, with the door open? He said he hated me and wanted nothing to do with me, he was clear about it so why the hell was she still doing this? I was curious as to the way his mind worked.
Aston smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “What if I am? What’re you gonna do about it, Kira?” I felt goose bumps on my skin and an unexplainable heat between my thighs. What the hell did he mean by that? What the hell was he doing speaking like that?
“You’re not denying the fact that you’re a p***rt anymore, is that it? Are you tired of putting up a show in front of everyone and pretending to be the reasonable man that you’re not, are you finally going to show your true colours to the world now, you two-faced chameleon!” I cussed out, my voice rising in anger, but he just laughed. He looked completely unbothered by all the words that I just said.
“Are you indirectly asking for a punishment from me, Kira? Because if you are, I’m happy to oblige.” His words were confusing. Trust Aston not to be clear with his intentions or use of words but I was genuinely confused by his response. I was asking him why he was being such a jerk and he was asking me if I wanted to be punished. Why the hell would I want to be punished?
I spluttered, appalled. “I don’t know what you mean!” I asked and it looked to him like I was trying to sound innocent. (Which I was) I knew exactly what he meant by asking me if I wanted to be punished and to say that I wanted to be punished would be the end of having any atom of dignity left.
Aston raised an eyebrow. “Don’t play dumb, Kira. I gave you a punishment this afternoon, remember? About the door? Someone sensible would watch their mouth around me instead of going off at me like you are. It’s like you want me to punish you with my hands.” He was not wrong about me trying to push him to the wall to see what he would do. It was a sick and twisted sense of reasoning but it was what I was slowly becoming. Being enslaved to Aston was really messing with my mind.
The close proximity, multiple times. The times when I felt his breath on my face and wanted nothing more than to take his lips in mine and kiss them until they were sore. The fact that it was just two of us in this house added to everything that was wrong with me. I needed to get away from around him so that I could think straight. He was messing with my brain and Ke was aware of it.
“So I was right huh? You do want me to punish you, tell me how baby girl? How do you want to be punished by me? These hands could do so many things? What are your fantasies that you intend to bring to life?” his voice was deep and seductive and I was so close to blurting out all the dirty thoughts that were in my head but I knew better. I knew better than that.
I shook my head, trying to process his twisted logic. “You’re sick, Aston. I can’t believe I’m stuck with you.” I wish there was a way I could run away, I could escape this madness that I didn’t know what to make of.
Aston chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Good for you, Kira. Because I have no intention of putting my hands on you. Only good little girls deserve that, and you’re not one of them.” His intentions of not wanting to put his hands on me should have been a relief for me so why the hell did it make me sad? Why was I tempted to ask him how to be a good girl? Why was I desperate for his approval? What the f***k was going on with me?!
With that, he turned and walked out of my room, leaving me feeling frustrated and trapped. I slumped against the wall, trying to calm my racing heart. Why did Aston have to be so annoying? And why did I always seem to fall into his traps?
After a few deep breaths, I began to put away the things Aston had bought me, trying to push the unpleasant encounter out of my mind. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that Aston was waiting for me to slip up again, so he could pounce and punish me some more. So he could make me see how bad I wanted him.
Determined to avoid that fate, I vowed to be more careful, to keep my mouth shut and my temper in check. I also needed to be watchful, I was in a room where I was not allowed to shut the door. So many things could go wrong and by so many things, I meant Aston. He was all shades of trouble.
I was doing my best not to fall asleep but as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Aston was watching me, waiting for his next chance to strike and I was right.
I jolted awake to find him standing at my door way with a stoic expression on his face.
“Meet me downstairs.”