Chapter 13: Threat

Kai's POV

The fire in Zane's eyes are mirroring his rage, and I don't know where it came from. He was tall and his body build was large—emphasizing his dominance. His hand on my jaw and waist was possessive, as if marking his territory. One slap of his large palm could ruin my face, but strangely, I'm not scared.

A dark and humorless laugh escaped his lips. "Cat got your tongue? Didn't expect I'd catch your sexcapades with that old man?"

I gritted my teeth and punched his chest, but he was too strong. And I think his anger is making him physically stronger.

"I did not make out with that old man, Zane. And this is from last night, not from tonight—"

"From last night?" He growled. A realization fueled his anger. "So, you flirted with someone before you picked me up?"

Irritation filled me. I don't understand why it's a big deal for him. I'm sure as hell, we're not close—not even close to being friends. We are enemies, and he declared it when he shamed me in front of people. I drew boundaries between us because he wanted it, now that I'm fine—he'll make a big deal out of it?

"Correction, I kissed someone while you're in the same room." I know I shouldn't say this, but I'm really so pissed right now.

"What did you say?" His voice sounded like it came from hell. His expression darkened even more as he stood there like a tower, ready to collapse and cause havoc. And the warning collapse was not because he was ruined, but because he meant to ruin the people who challenged him.

I swallowed hard as I suddenly felt weak and inferior. My courage disappeared now that he's showing extreme anger and threatening a devastation. I hugged myself, covering my upper extremities he exposed earlier. My inner muscles felt stiff.

"So, what?" I snapped, trying to redeem the courage I lost. I will not be shaken by him again, I swore that to myself.

He looked like he's ready to devour me. And it didn't help with my inner struggles. He's confusing me right now.

"Who was it?"

"What?" I tried so hard to sound normal—I succeeded. All because I'm used to pretending.

My brows knitted. "You think I'll tell you?"

"You'll tell me, or I'll tell your father about your secret." His words were like poison—stealing my freedom to live normally.

Everything I felt swiftly vanished. My expression turned cold, as I looked at him with blank, icy stares. That's it! He's crossed the line.

"You have no right to threaten me that way, Blackwood. I did what you want—liking someone else, and you should never cross the line this way again." I threw him one last cold glance before I walked towards my car. 

I looked at him after locking my seatbelt. He was standing there—unmoving. I couldn't see his face, but the movement of his shoulders in every heavy breath tells me that he's still pissed and is trying to conceal his anger.

I started the engine and drove away—leaving him alone in the basement parking. He's old enough to handle himself, anyway.

Every beat of my heart makes my chest tight. Meeting him again this way is the most critical. I thought I'd moved on, but my feelings for him are coming back all at once. Now, he's making it worse—doing things he isn't supposed to do.

Thorn was in the living area when I got home. 

"Thorn…" I wiped the rainwater on my cheek and ruffled my slightly wet hair.

It suddenly poured when I got home, and I couldn't help but think about the person I left outside. Taxi drivers hate rain, and if unlucky, Zane needs to take the bus.

"Yes, sir?"

I took a deep sigh. "Go find Zane. He might be…at the company basement."

"Right away, sir."

After Thorn left, I went upstairs and removed my long-sleeved polo. Only two buttons were left. I sighed.

A quick shower, and I lay on the bed. I stared at the ceiling—waiting to fall asleep, but it had already been an hour, and yet my eyes were still widely staring at the ceiling.

I went out of my room. The rain has stopped, and the deafening silence didn't give me peace when I always loved silence.

"I'm not seeing someone else. Why are you insisting that I have other woman?"

My steps halted when I heard that voice. Zane was in the balcony, talking to someone over the phone. His back is facing me, so I couldn't see his face, but I know that his expression is dark. He's half naked—only wearing slacks, as if he just removed his shirt when he got home. I can also tell that his hair was damp—probably from the rain earlier, but why hasn't he changed his clothes?

His gripped on the handrail of the baluster. I can see his muscles on his arms moving—flexing. He's obviously talking to my sister.

"Why would you marry me if you don't trust me? I'm telling you, I'm not seeing someone else. I just didn't see your missed calls—"

I rested my back against the wall as I crossed my arms, watching him,

"You can ask your brother, then. I'm always with him in the office. And I didn't get angry because you talked about marriage. I got angry because it seemed like you're rushing it."

My forehead creased.

He hissed when their conversation ended. He remained holding so tightly onto the handrail until he took a deep sigh and faced my direction.

I stood straight when our gazes met. His brows knitted, seeing me watching him.

"How long have you been standing there?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Just enough to witness how you treat my sister."

His jaw clenched. "We're not always like that. I just lost my cool because she's being unreasonable."

"Women won't suspect anything if there's nothing to suspect."

He gritted his teeth as he looked at me sharply. "Are you saying I'm seeing someone else while engaged to her? You think so low of me, Montclair."

"It will not be impossible, Men like you—"

I was rendered speechless when he crossed the distance between us in large and heavy steps. My back pressed against the wall when he touched my chin, and his lips touched the side of my neck.

My eyes widened, and my heart hammered inside my chest. My mind was suddenly clouded by something as heat surged, from the part of my neck he's kissing, to every corner of my body.

He's a threat to me. Both physically and emotionally.

"Zane!" I gasped, and pushed him when he did not only kiss my neck. I felt his tongue.

He looked at me with eyes looking sleepy. The corner of his lips rose into a mischievous smirk as he leaned even closer and whispered against my lips… "That's what cheating is."

"You—" My words were swallowed by silence when he suddenly poured his weight on me. His forehead on my right shoulder.

"Zane?" I pushed his chest, but I quickly pulled him back when he almost fell flat on the floor.

I swallowed hard as my heart race even faster. Our bodies were touched, and the fact that he's half-naked is enough for me to panic. I can feel his skin burning, making me shake my head. His body was so big and yet his immune system was so weak?