and vibrates on a hard surface somewhere behind me, making the most aggravating combination of sounds I can think of right now.
His eyes darken, but he doesn't hesitate a moment to straighten up, moving me aside in a quick and almost careless motion. He slips out from beneath me and jumps up from the sofa, heading toward the obnoxious ringing. Just like me, he's completely naked, and I scan his beautifully sculptured back as he strides over to the kitchen counter, where his cell phone is dancing to each series of vibrations.
He has his back turned to me when he answers it. "Hello."
A few moments of silence pass while the person on the other end talks to him. As he’s listening to the person on the other end of the line, he turns around, casting his dark gaze in my direction.
"I'll call you back in a minute," he says, still looking at me.
He hangs up and puts the phone back on the counter.
"I gotta’ go."
His announcement hits me with a twinge of disappointment.
"Where?" I ask, as he starts picking up his clothes from the floor so he can get dressed.
I'm not surprised when he shakes his head no. Of course, he won't give me an answer.
"When... I mean, can I...," I stutter, quickly covering myself with the brown blanket that we’ve shoved to the side sometime during the night, suddenly aware of my own nakedness.
"You can stay here," he says. "If you want."
He throws me a questioning look as he pulls up his pants.
I nod. "Yes. If it's okay, for now I—"
"It's okay," he interrupts. "But in this neighborhood, I'd advise you to lock the door. You need a key for that, which I can't give you."
"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.
"I only have one key," he explains, now standing in front of me wearing just his pants, his ripped upper body on full display. I can't believe I slept with a man like him. He looks so damn hot. The v-shaped muscles in his pelvis area are so pronounced, they almost make his clearly visible six-pack appear weak in comparison.
"And I won't leave that key with you," he adds.
I tighten the blanket around myself. "So?"
"So, there are two options," he says. "I leave the door unlocked and you're free to go whenever you want, but you won’t be safe. Like I said, I wouldn't suggest sleeping in here with the door unlocked, not in this neighborhood."
He pauses, casting me a warning look.
"Or?" I ask.
"Or I lock the door when I leave," he says. "You'd be safe, but you can't go anywhere."
"Oh," I whisper. "I'd be... held captive."
He shrugs and walks over to retrieve his sweater from where he threw it down hours ago. "If you wanna’ call it that, yeah."
"When will you be back?"
"Tomorrow," he says, pulling the sweater over his head and robbing me of the fine view of his muscular body. "You have enough food and drinks. You won't die."
I chuckle. "You know I wouldn't care."
It was supposed to be a dark joke, but Kade won’t have it. He turns around to glare at me, his hazel eyes burning with fury and his eyebrows drawn together so strongly that they create a deep furrow between his eyes.
“Yes, you fucking would care,” he barks at me. “And you should care! I’m not gonna’ have that self-pitying attitude here, do you understand?"
I flinch at his aggressive reaction.
He approaches me with two wide steps and grabs my upper arm, pulling me closer to him. I try to fight him off, but of course my efforts are futile. His grip is strong and unyielding, he has complete control over me.
"Look at me!" he snaps, as I lower my head in fright.
I obey, meeting his enraged hazel eyes.
"I won't listen to that shit," he warns. "If you want to stay, you'll grow the fuck up and figure out what the hell it is that's turned you into this whiny little sheep."
Now I'm the one who's getting angry. Who the hell does he think he is?! He has no idea what I went through, no idea who I am, no idea about anything.
He responds to the rage on my face with a warning look and an even
His eyes darken, but he doesn't hesitate a moment to straighten up, moving me aside in a quick and almost careless motion. He slips out from beneath me and jumps up from the sofa, heading toward the obnoxious ringing. Just like me, he's completely naked, and I scan his beautifully sculptured back as he strides over to the kitchen counter, where his cell phone is dancing to each series of vibrations.
He has his back turned to me when he answers it. "Hello."
A few moments of silence pass while the person on the other end talks to him. As he’s listening to the person on the other end of the line, he turns around, casting his dark gaze in my direction.
"I'll call you back in a minute," he says, still looking at me.
He hangs up and puts the phone back on the counter.
"I gotta’ go."
His announcement hits me with a twinge of disappointment.
"Where?" I ask, as he starts picking up his clothes from the floor so he can get dressed.
I'm not surprised when he shakes his head no. Of course, he won't give me an answer.
"When... I mean, can I...," I stutter, quickly covering myself with the brown blanket that we’ve shoved to the side sometime during the night, suddenly aware of my own nakedness.
"You can stay here," he says. "If you want."
He throws me a questioning look as he pulls up his pants.
I nod. "Yes. If it's okay, for now I—"
"It's okay," he interrupts. "But in this neighborhood, I'd advise you to lock the door. You need a key for that, which I can't give you."
"What do you mean?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.
"I only have one key," he explains, now standing in front of me wearing just his pants, his ripped upper body on full display. I can't believe I slept with a man like him. He looks so damn hot. The v-shaped muscles in his pelvis area are so pronounced, they almost make his clearly visible six-pack appear weak in comparison.
"And I won't leave that key with you," he adds.
I tighten the blanket around myself. "So?"
"So, there are two options," he says. "I leave the door unlocked and you're free to go whenever you want, but you won’t be safe. Like I said, I wouldn't suggest sleeping in here with the door unlocked, not in this neighborhood."
He pauses, casting me a warning look.
"Or?" I ask.
"Or I lock the door when I leave," he says. "You'd be safe, but you can't go anywhere."
"Oh," I whisper. "I'd be... held captive."
He shrugs and walks over to retrieve his sweater from where he threw it down hours ago. "If you wanna’ call it that, yeah."
"When will you be back?"
"Tomorrow," he says, pulling the sweater over his head and robbing me of the fine view of his muscular body. "You have enough food and drinks. You won't die."
I chuckle. "You know I wouldn't care."
It was supposed to be a dark joke, but Kade won’t have it. He turns around to glare at me, his hazel eyes burning with fury and his eyebrows drawn together so strongly that they create a deep furrow between his eyes.
“Yes, you fucking would care,” he barks at me. “And you should care! I’m not gonna’ have that self-pitying attitude here, do you understand?"
I flinch at his aggressive reaction.
He approaches me with two wide steps and grabs my upper arm, pulling me closer to him. I try to fight him off, but of course my efforts are futile. His grip is strong and unyielding, he has complete control over me.
"Look at me!" he snaps, as I lower my head in fright.
I obey, meeting his enraged hazel eyes.
"I won't listen to that shit," he warns. "If you want to stay, you'll grow the fuck up and figure out what the hell it is that's turned you into this whiny little sheep."
Now I'm the one who's getting angry. Who the hell does he think he is?! He has no idea what I went through, no idea who I am, no idea about anything.
He responds to the rage on my face with a warning look and an even
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