Possessive

Made By: BiBi's Hub

She stood their by the window, leaning against it with her arms crossed over her chest. Her chin raised very gently as her eyes were fixed on a particular figure among the crowded room. Her one hand got a grasp of the wine from the passing servant.

The Man standing across her turns his eyes in her direction as she sips her wine with class. He eyes her from up to down slowly running a finger on the rim of his wine glass in the other hand. Dressed in a black suit he just smiled at her. She responds with a small smirk and a raise of the glass.

He walks towards her with his eyes not once moving away from her face. She stands straight taking steps in his direction until they were standing just a few steps away.

"You look awfully pretty, even with makeup on." He comments. His eyes going down her bare shoulders and then back up to her face.

"For all the f*cks I give." She gulps down her wine and scoffs. "Can't you just appreciate my efforts? If weren't for our agreement I would have never dressed this way." There was an evident annoyance and slight hurt that passed her eyes.

"Wait-" he furrowed his brows in confusion when she just walked away. His fist curling on his side as he stared at her back. A curse left his lips.

'If I tell you how bad I want to kiss you seeing you look so beautiful tonight, I am not sure I'd stop just there.' He thought and a small smile made it's way on his lips. He followed her before she could leave his line of sight.

"What do you want?" She asks annoyed as they step outside in the hallway. He pushed her back against the wall as he trapped her.

"Why do you always just run away? What's your obsession with running from me?" He frowned and she looks away ignoring his statement.

"Really?!" She Scoffs. "Do you ever have a normal conversation with me? It's been five years and not once have I heard a normal comment from you. I don't expect a compliment but atleast not that disturbing commenting. It just makes me insecure when I am not in a good state of mind already."

"Then what should I do? Tell you how bad I want to kiss you? Tell you how I want to keep you in my arms because I'd get possessive if a guy wanders near you tonight? Huh? This is what you want to hear? How bad I always hold back the urge to just pin you somewhere and hear you moan my name? Huh? Satisfied aren't you?" His cold eyes stared at her and her skipped a million beats.

Silence prevailed as they kept staring at each other. She gulped as she eyed his face. "What?" She whispered.

He scoffs and hold her chin. "I'd rather show you." He leans down without a warning and presses a kiss against her lips.

~The End~