Chapter 17 - You Act As If You Own Me

Stacey's POV:

I’m raising my murdering eyes at him, in slow motion, from his glass, to his hand, to his arm, to his shoulder and now straight into his pained stare filled with rage. I’m moving my eyes into his to study him and understand why he is doing this. His jawline is at twitching point and his heart is beating his neck.

What are you not telling me? You act as if you own me something. Really? Hmph!

“How do you know about him as in being connected to me like this? I know he was with me that night in your club. But you seem to have done some digging about my person on aspects that aren’t related to this mission and you have no right on.”

He’s delaying the answer, but he’s the same as before.

I’m getting angry and I do hope I won’t snap….

No, there has never been something between me and Matt like that, against Matt’s wants and love confessions. We’re like siblings from my side. And I’ve never fucked with someone. I treasure my body on that, thank you very much. I’m someone who believes in abstinence and all that.

But yes, I do give the impression I’m having someone in the shadows to keep fuckers away from me inside the agency and not fucking kill them all, and most of the times, Matt is suspected to be the one as we do have a close relationship and they know how he feels about me. And I’ve never confirmed or cleared out those rumors. I’ve just kept silent and avoided the topic.

And no, no one, not even Matt or my sister, knows I’m a fucking virgin. That’s something private for me. I’ve never needed or wanted someone. I’ve just focused my being into all the shit I must do and to raise my fucking sister who screwed me big time. I’ve never considered someone worthy enough for me to give a fucking chance. I didn’t and don’t have time for that or a fucking strand of feeling on that aspect.

It just annoys and angers me whenever someone is looking at me the way this fucker does as I know it’s only for sexual purposes. And even if it would be more than sexual, I don’t give a single fuck at my age. I’m someone with a certain set of values, already molded into what I am, and I can’t change that. I’m speaking in general. This fucker has no chance with me anyways.

“So he is the one.”

You’re pushing the wrong buttons on me…. I might fuck the mission, buddy….

We’re in a sort of war right now, in stare, grimace and attitude. I answer without delay, throwing my chin at him with an inflamed stare.

“Yes, he is. What I don’t understand is how is this your business?”

The glass has just shattered into pieces in his hand. He’s silent, breathing with difficulty, staring at me with a deep one like a lunatic. No, I have no reaction to his glass, just staring into his eyes, confronting him.

You’re playing with fire…. You’re crossing limits….

“You’re mine now. That ends.”

I snort into a damn crazy laughter as he’s so fucking serious in a pissed lion stare and stance, and I’m between laughing and wanting to trash him.

I’m yours now…. Ha-ha! Listen to this fucker…. Ha-ha!

“I’m yours, huh? Since when, Mr. Objective? Listen. Stop playing the fake shit.”

Yeah, I’m mocking him with a malevolent smirk, leaning my head at my right, with a stare that’s releasing thunders.

“I’m not yours. I’m here for something else. But if you continue with this, I’ll consider the contract done and I’ll walk out. I told you I’m not offering escort services for you to fantasize or whatever you’re doing right now. So, tell me how we’ll do this. You behave and we get along under my rules or you continue, and I abort the mission? Don’t worry, the agency will give you another replacement. I’ll make sure of it.”

You don’t stop, huh? Okay. I’ll walk away before I fucking snap and do something I shouldn’t. Any other female agent will suffice for this mission. There’s no need of one my level to pose as a fiancée. I’ll see how I’ll deal with the 20 million shit….

Yeah, he’s silent and there’s a fucking conflict inside of him from how I’m seeing it. He’s in a mix of being hurt, enraged, excited something, and something else that I don’t know or care of. I’m not one to tolerate this stuff, and before things would progress into something that would really take me out of my sanity and kill the fucker, I decide to 'abort the mission'.

I motion my head in disbelief, glance at his bleeding hand that’s on the table with no tremble, like he’s not hurt, and stand up to go without further words or look at him.

I’m done. You’ve got no fucking right to act like this with me. You’re fucking delusional….

“Stacey? Don’t do it….”

Shut the fuck up, loser….

I’m not stopping my footsteps to the door. I need out or I might not control myself. He’s too much. He’s in a deep voice, and a fucked breathing. My heart is taking some shit beats which are ravaging my chest. I really don’t want to physically engage with him right now.

He’s standing up like a bull by the noise of the chair.

Don’t do it, fucker…

I’m almost at the door. When I want to open it, he slams it shut from behind me. He’s emanating such heat that is burning my back. I’m like a champagne bottle ready to pop. My eyes move at his hand on the door and the dangerous bitch in me is ready to come out and deal with him.

No, you didn’t….

I’m speaking through my teeth, breathing in rage.

“Back off. I don’t know what’s the meaning of all this with the mission. I’m not stupid. I realize there are other intentions from your part. Not happening. Now, back off and don’t make me end your fucking life. I’m almost there.” I’m feeling his hot breath at the back of my neck.

Motherfucker….

“You want the truth?” He’s in his husky voice at my right ear, with an erratic breathing, and I’m shutting my eyes to fucking not become a cold-blooded killer.

I’m breathing per my irritation and my heart is taking the beats of a strategic killing. I’m with my right hand on the door’s handle, squeezing it to contain myself.

“I said back off. I need no truth. It’s yours to keep. I don’t get involved. You’ve got three seconds to keep this under a non-violence conversation and I to get out.” I’m in a straight voice with a tone to match my words for him to understand I’m not joking.

Back off or I won’t back off….

He’s doing something at my back. No, he’s not touching me, just his right hand is on the door. Yeah, the one that is bleeding.

“Three. Two.” I stop as he’s showing me something.

“Here. Read it and scroll through for the rest.”

I’m chewing from my left cheek, sigh in annoyance and open my eyes. It’s his phone.

I’ve got no desire for anything…. Not my fucking business… What? What is this? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!