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Matthias
I see Margot talking to Benny on the screen in the corner of my eye, and I can’t stop myself from turning the volume up. Curiosity gets the best of me.
“…I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distracted. Matty just has me all messed up.”
Damn Matty . I’ve always hated the nickname. It’s too childish, too soft. But when she says it? I love it . I love that she has a name for me no one else does. I love that she says it to get under my skin. It’s exactly where I want her .
I would handcuff her to me if I thought I could get away with it.
Sweetheart, what do you mean I have you all messed up? Am I driving you as crazy as you are me?
“Last night, he was all over me. He couldn’t control himself. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,”
Me too, sweet girl. Leaving the room was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. But if I’d stayed another second, I would have been on my knees begging .
And I don’t get on my knees for anyone.
“and he didn’t even touch me. Well… besides…”
Oh, sweetheart, I definitely touched you. The taste of your sweetness is branded in my memory. Next time, I’m taking from the source.
“It took everything in me to resist him. I don’t know how much longer I can keep it up.”
Hopefully not much longer. You will be on your knees for me, sweetheart.
“But then this morning, he was completely unaffected. It makes me wonder if it was all in my head. Maybe I imagined his interest.”
What?
I grip the edge of my desk. She thinks I don’t want her?
Sweet girl, it took everything in me to hold myself back this morning. That mask of indifference? Only decades of boardroom experience made that possible. But I couldn’t hide my reaction to her moan. She saw my cock straining against my slacks. Was that not proof enough?
Maybe my plan to back off isn’t the best. I can’t have her doubting my attraction. I need to find a balance. To show her I want her without being the one to initiate. She will be the one begging.
She keeps talking, interrupting my thoughts.
“It’s not that I want him to want me. I just don’t like the whiplash. I want consistency.”
I can give you consistency, sweetheart. I can give you everything.
“Fine! Yes, I want him. But he’s my captor! I’m here against my will! What kind of tramp does it make me to give in this fast? It’s only been two days!”
Tramp ?
Fuck no. No one calls my sweetheart a tramp. Not even herself.
“You don’t get it. Is this even real? He only wants me because I’m the only girl around.”
My jaw clenches. Is that what she thinks? That I only want her because she’s here?
Absolutely not.
I could leave this house right now and get any woman I want. But I don’t want any of them. The thought of touching another woman makes my stomach turn.
“I want to know he’d choose me. In a room full of women, I’d want to be his choice.”
She doesn’t have to compete with anyone. She is the competition. It’s not even close.
I need to up my game. I can’t have my girl doubting herself. Doubting us.
Despite her protests, she’s mine. But she doesn’t realize I’m hers just as much.
She owns me.
“Okay, yes, he’s made comments about me being ‘his’.”
Yeah, sweetheart. Because you are.
“But that should be infuriating. No man owns me. I’m not his.”
Spitfire, get used to it. You are mine. There’s no escape.
“Fine. I wouldn’t mind being taken care of. Not having to worry about things.”
My sweet girl, I will always take care of you. You will never have to stress over anything again.
“And his body... Jesus. Our chemistry is undeniable. I know it’d be incredible.”
Spitfire, you have no idea.
“He’d ruin all other men for me.”
Yes. Yes, I would. And no other man will ever touch you again.
The thought of another man’s hands on my Margot has me seeing red.
“This is just my inner tramp talking. I swear her voice has taken over my thoughts.”
Stop. Calling. Yourself. A. Tramp.
I’m going to punish her for that.
“We’re not talking about this anymore.”
That’s okay, you’ve given me more than enough. You’re closer to breaking than I thought.
“He threatens you if I don’t behave. He’s a bad man. You should be scared of him.”
That has to stop.
She loves that dog. As long as I’m holding Benny against her, she’ll never give in to me. Plus, Benny and I bonded last night. The way he rolls his eyes at her tells me he’s on my side.
***
New plan: I need to embed myself in her life. She needs to depend on me. I want to be her stability, her comfort.
I’ll be her constant.
She won’t even realize what’s happening until it’s too late.
We’ll start small. Making her coffee in the mornings. Eating dinner together in the evenings. Going to bed at the same time. I’ll build routines with her until she can’t even remember what life without me felt like.
I’ll find ways to get close to her. Until I’m in every corner of her world, until she needs me as much as I need her.
No matter how long it takes.
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