Chapter 14 - Stop Torturing Me!

Brian's POV:

All the way to the restaurant, she’s not addressing any word, any look, anything to me. It’s like she’s alone in the car. At some point, she’s checking her phone, reads something in there, sighs, and then shoves it in her jacket. Still no nothing towards me. I’m with my beast-in-wants stare at her, studying her, waiting for her to SAY SOMETHING, but no, nothing. Not even a fucking mosquito would dare fly around her and disturb her.

She’s got this intimidating vibe, though she’s like a rare piece of art, the one that if you dare to touch you’re getting arrested on the spot with the entire security launched on you to put you down. And her scent, her perfume, is driving you nuts….

My heart is wrestling in my chest, my blood is pumping on fire, my mind is a fiasco in ability to get back to my senses, and my other brain is howling in despair. Oh, and my breathing is taking all that…. Yeah…. And she doesn’t notice any of this…. She’s like having walls around her, and I think she’s sleeping….

Baby? Are you sleeping? Muhahahaha! Let’s check if Baby Angry is sleeping….

I’m extending my left hand to her thigh, with a sneaky smirk, but it doesn’t reach it as I get a major slap out of nowhere on it….

She bites, huh? Ha-ha! Man!

“Don’t confuse resting my eyes with lack of assessing my surroundings, buddy.” No, she hasn’t moved her stare at me, she’s the same, now back with her crossed arms on her divine chest, like before.

Yeah, with her eyes shut under the shades. She hasn’t opened them. She’s in a threatening low voice.

You…. Just fuck me, please…. I’m so done, baby…. I’m fucking crawling for the last month…. I love you….

“What you paid doesn’t include touching me, fucker. There’s no price for that. It’s out of reach even for the ones like you. So, back off and assume boundaries. There’s another category of women for that, waiting at your feet. I’m not one of them.”

OH YEAH?! STOP TORTURING ME! CAN’T YOU SEE MY FUCKING STATE?! Of course she doesn’t…or cares…. She’s like Iceland…. You bad baby…. Other category, huh? NOT HAPPENING! It’s you and only you…. You’ll see… Oh, you’ll see…. FUCK YES!

Yeah, I’m having a labored breathing as I’m under blocks of melted iron and it’s so damn hard to fucking control myself. I know for her I’m nothing and I need to give her time as this is only from my part for now, but it’s fucking consuming to my being, delirious to my mind, and I’m without fucking air inside. No, I’m fine outside for appearances, but inside…. Mental house is a baby kid compared to it.

I’m silent as I can’t fucking speak. If I would speak, I’m sure I would take her right here and right now, and I don’t want her to make a wrong impression on me. I’m not a fucker with her, I’m real. But she’s not aware of it, nor she would believe, so I’m 'behaving'…. Don’t know for how long though…. Yeah….

We reach at one of my restaurants and when she’s out the car and sees there are people around, coming out and in the restaurant, only VVIP level people, greeting me from afar with a nod and a smile as they’re ones not close enough to me to come for a full greeting as I’m known to not accept it. She’s undergoing her social role of the fake fiancée, meaning she’s not rigid and she’s faking a smile. And I use this opportunity to take her right hand and get inside. You don’t want to know how hard she’s squeezing my hand to let go….

Muhahaha! I’m not pleasing you, honey…. You behave now…. He, he, he…. My baby’s hand…. I can better control when I have something from my cruel bad baby….

I would kiss the side of her head…. I can’t fucking take my eyes off her….

We’re inside and coincidence brings Jon, my friend, coming down the corridor with some other businessman and their bodyguards, chatting, and when she sees him, she ceases squeezing my hand and takes off her shades. But we’re still walking and Jon catches sight of us and smiles at me and at her. Yeah, he knows….

Shit…. Baby? Just let it go…. He’s sorry for that…. It’s not like he forced her….

I wrap my arm around her waist to be prepared to hold her if I sense she would jump on him, and she’s not acknowledging this as she’s focused on him with some killer eyes.

Fuck…. And Jon is greeting us….

“Hey bro! And…” Yeah, he meets her stare and we’re face to face with him.

The other businessman has excused himself out. There’s a game of stares between them, and he’s changing his cheerful grimace and stare to lowering his head in front of her. He never does that in front of no one, just in front of me. She’s silent.

“I’m sorry for….”

She interrupts him, walking past him, leaving me behind.

“Save it. You’re just a piece of shit in front of me….” She’s in a low voice and disgust is the essence.

Sam and another one of her men are following her and the other two with my men are behind me.

I’m looking at her with pain in my heart she’s upset over her sister and Jon. Jon is sighing, with his stare down, rubbing the back of his head.

“I’m sorry, man…. I did something stupid…. She’s so damn pissed on me.” I go after her without replying or looking at him. “Shit….”

Yeah, well…. She’s the most important to me…. But I need to thank you for what you did, otherwise I wouldn’t have met my love. She’s all I want, in her all, inside out…. My baby…. Who’s fucking me in some burning flames right now…. He, he, he….

I’m smirking, walking to the room she has been showed in with her men, in my Alpha stance, at peace she’s now with me….