Lawfully His Book 1.

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

SPECIAL NEGOTIATION

Melissa

Okay, just open your damn mouth and say something, Melissa! Anyone who would want to get inside this room, alone with this devil, surely must have a death wish, but I don't have a choice right now. I have to do this. Oh, come on, girl, you are stronger than that. You can do this. It's no big deal, just a simple task, for goodness sake. Yeah, right, a simple task! i***t, this guy is the reason I just had a panic attack. Whatever, just get a grip and end this once for all. Okay, I can do this.

"Will you keep standing there like a blockhead, or will you say something?" The arrogant voice startled me, and I jumped in fright.

"Stop wasting my time and say what you want. I'm giving you 3 seconds." He stated without giving me a glance.

He closed the book with a thud. It seemed like he was really engrossed in writing on - what the hell is that?

I looked closely at the black notebook like or diary?! It was black in colour, there was the image of a black suit and a red tie on the cover along with a signature on the downward part. As I neared his table, I realized that it was his initial signed in gold.

Wow..

That must have cost him a fortune. It looks so unique and beautiful. Where did he buy that? I want to buy one too, I'll put the image of my cat and I on the cover.

"Take your eyes off that. It's my possession, and it's rude to stare. Is it not Miss Junior Fernando?" I immediately took my eyes off the sexy notebook. Really sexy notebook?! Yes, even his book is sexy. So possessive! But possessive about a book? So, what's wrong with that? I'm possessive too about my cat and my karate suit. Yes, but you are crazy and he is not! "Shut up." I said in annoyance 2 "How dare you! Do you want me to teach you another lesson?" He asked while gritting his teeth.

Blast! He is angry.

Mustering some courage, I tried to answer as fast as I could without stammering, "No, of course not. I wasn't talking to you. I'm sorry, really, that wasn't for you. I was talking to myself." I said to him with pleading eyes. "You are more deranged than I thought." Was his only comment, sly I'm sure it has become his ser favourite hobby by now, to insult and torture me. I know I'm crazy, but I don't need to be reminded every second of the day. Thank you. Can we come back to the major constituent?!" His eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fist. Anyone could note the sarcasm in my voice. Darn it, why couldn't I control my stupid mouth. Knowing that I made him angry, I spoke again without giving him a chance to scold me. "I came here for an important matter. I'm going to sit on this chair okay because this may take some hours."

Without waiting for his approval, I sat down, causing him to grit his teeth.

My gaze landed on the black book again, and I couldn't help but ask him this time, "What is that?" I asked, pointing my finger towards the notebook curiously.

"That is none of your business." Shitload, why is this man so difficult.

"Okay, let's make a deal. If you tell me, I'll give you 25 dollars." I said in a business- like tone. I can't give him more than that, I don't like wasting money. I'm very stingy, just so everyone knows.

He scoffed openly at me, who I found surprising, then said with full arrogance and egotism, "I make twenty-five thou sand dollars every ten minutes of the day, and you are talking about giving 25 dollars. That's the most ridiculous deal I have ever heard in my entire business experience, Miss Fernando." The mockery didn't slip out from his tone.

That imbecile!

He is determined to make fun of me, wait, and just wait, you buffalo.

"Back in Manhattan, your company," I took a deep breath then continued, "I mean, your office building' structure resembles a fried lizard and rotten chameleon." I knew that was a really crappy comeback, but I don't think there is a better way of insulting him. Unlike me, he has everything.

Well, I'm rich too but not as rich as him, and by the way, his company is very dear to him. I just made fun of it, so surely he will be offended. I watched as his eyebrows furrowed. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw. He clenched his fist, and all at once, he slapped his fists on the table, causing the items on it to tremble. I jumped and closed my eyes at the loud thud. After an eerie of silence, I opened one eye, peeking at him. He was staring at me with an emotionless face. He is going to kill me now, knowing that my expiring date is nearing, I slowly stood up and stepped backwards on small steps until my back made contact with the door.

I didn't break eye contact with him all the while, placing a hand behind my back, I tried to move the handle. As I continued gazing at him, I realized that his eyes held something different this time. Surely its not- no, it can't be. Amusement?! He was amused?! Nope, I don't think amusement is in his dictionary. "Get back on that chair, Fernando!" I hastily turned my back towards him and opened the door.

Unfortunately, I merely tried to step one leg in front when the door closed with a loud bang. His palm was planted firmly on the door, and I could hear him panting. My eyes bugged out when I realized how closed we were. He was just behind me.

His each breaths were fanning on my exposed neck. My eyes closed on its own accord, and I sighed at the sensation. A delicious sensation! Why did I tie my hair in a ponytail?!

Just then, I noticed that he had placed his other arm on the left side of the door, caging me with his large body. There was no escape now, but I didn't want to. I didn't want to escape from this feeling, the feeling of being so close to him I may sound pathetic right now, this person has hurt me, and he has hurt someone dear to me. I was supposed to hate him.

Sometimes, I wished that it was just a silly infatuation so that I could hate him. But I simply could not. True love doesn't fade away so easily.

Even if you start to hate someone you love, there will still be a portion in your heart that is reserved only for him or her. In my case, and unfortunately, my heart whispers only his name. Love is too powerful. Sometimes, it has the ten- dency of making you weak. It's like fire, either it will warm you or burn you.

Just a few hours ago, I was cursing him, and now I'm lost in his mere closeness.

Why did love have to be so powerful? Why did he have to be so powerful?!

We stood just like that, I was staring at the wooden door in front of me like it was the most interesting item in the whole world.

Dare I say we were in a rather intimate position. I could feel his breathing. He was so close to me. He lips were just next to my ears, making it difficult for me to breathe. And my heart, the usual!

THUD THUD THUD….

"Where do you think you are going?" I stuck in a harsh breath when I felt his lips moving near my ear. He moved closer, pressing his lips closer to my earlobes. The way he whispered those words was so sexy and sensual. His voice wasn't normal. It was husky.

Something that surprised me. Ever so slowly, sensually and gently, he placed his warm mature hand on either side of my waist, causing me to close my eyes and sighed. I tilted my head back on his shoulder.

My back was pressed to his front, and I could feel the warmth from his body. Slowly, he turned my body towards him, my eyes made direct contact with his, and I gasped. His addictive mariner blue eyes were of darker shade right now. His eyes held so much intensity

His hot breath was now fanning on my face, just like mine was fanning on his, mixing our breaths together. The silence and concentrated air around us held extreme tension.

Extreme s****l tension! I gasped thinking about that. What's wrong with me? What the hell am I thinking? But, it was there, at least for me. I couldn't deny it. The feeling was overwhelming. It was desire... Desire for what exactly?! Desire to be... I immediately brushed the thought off my mind as I felt blood rushing to my cheeks, and I instantly knew that I looked like a red tomato. I looked up into his eyes. His face was so close to mine. His nose was practically touching mine.

All of a sudden, he moved his face even more closely, and his lips found their way to my ears again. He asked, "Am I making you nervous?"

I gulped and instinctively reached for my ear to brush off the tickly sensation. Now his lips were pressed against the back of my hand, he clamps my hand firmly in his, and to my great astonishment, he intertwined our fingers together.

His other hand circled my waist, bringing me closer to him, in his arms, and I collided with his chest. "Answer my question, Melissa." He muttered, and a loud gasp escaped from me. I stood there immobilized, and he called me by my name.

My heart was racing now against the cage of my chest, and my mind was just blank. I couldn't think straight. He called me Melissa! Oh my God, he really did call me MELISSA...

My soul was jumping with happiness inside, this is the first time he had called me Melissa. He has been addressing me as Miss Fernando or Fernando until now. The thought caused a smile to appear on my face. I couldn't believe it, he said Melissa and here he is asking if he makes me nervous, of course he does. The butterflies were there, swimming in my stomach.

Butterflies can also swim?! Don't start! Nervous. Right now, it was much more than nervousness. The closeness, his intensity, it was much more. He squeezed my waist, and I closed my eyes at the feeling. The feeling of his rough, warm hand. "No, I-I... n- ye- yes, yes, you d-do make me nervous." I said breathlessly while stuttering terribly. And then, I heard a sound. Strange yet enticing sound It was something that I or anyone has never heard before, I'm sure of that. What was that? Did he just? Holy chocolate, I heard him chuckled? Dear Lord, did he really chuckle... Aries Alexopoulos, who doesn't know the meaning of smiling, has just chuckled, and that too with me! What is happening today?

"I do." He whispered against my earlobe in a sexy and erotic voice, causing me to shiver. I closed my eyes once again and sighed my dream. How many times more will I close my eyes? I snuggled against him, placing my head on his chest, I removed my hand from his and circled it around his neck. Surprisingly, he brought his right hand on my waist, joining the other one. Then he placed his chin on top of my head. I listened to his heart beat, it was rapid yet calm, a soothing sound! I inhaled deeply in his masculine scent. We stayed just like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace. We were both lost in our own world, the world of Aries and Melissa, when suddenly the ringing tone of a cell was heard startling both of us. He released me abruptly. I looked into his eyes that were wide with disbelief. It was like he realized something. His eyes became distant, cold, and empty once again.

He sent me an icy glare before saying through gritted teeth, "Get out!"

"But b-I... l" I said .

"Get out of here,"

This time, he yelled, and I hastily scurried to the door, closing it behind me without wasting any more time. Mission failed! Stupid, stupid, I didn't even negotiate with him.

Oh yeah, because you were too engrossed with him in another type of negotiation! I blushed and automatically palmed my cheeks to get off the colours, but of course, it won't go. How did that happen? Did he truly embrace me in his arms, or was I dreaming? I leaned against the door and pressed my palm on my chest, trying to stop my heartbeat from racing. My heavy breathing calmed down, and I sighed for the hundredth time as a smile graced its way to my lips. But seriously, what was that again?

"Yes, of course ma'am, I can do it, and that would be $65.52." The laundry man said, and my eyes widened in shock. "What! You obnoxious greedy man, $65.52?! Are you kidding me!" I snapped at him fiercely, I'll have to take $65 from my pocket. Oh no, it's not happening! "With all due respect ma'am, you are rich enough to pay me that amount of money. I take $9.36 per hour and this many clothes will definitely take about 7 hours which makes it up to $65.52 And by the way, all those garments looked pretty costly, especially the suits, I'll have to be very cautious with them." "Fine fine, tomorrow you'll bring them back before noon, and I'll hand you the payment." I said firmly. He nodded and took his leave. Okay, that was a great amount and all that for some ungrateful bastard.

I looked inside my purse and pout, that devil of a man. It's all because of him. I seriously couldn't continue with the stupid task. It was next to impossible, I have already arranged the pants and three shirts that I have washed in the closet. I'm sure he'll check at night. I didn't tell Sam about this despite his constant nagging. It was sweet of him, but well, it's my concern, not his. So I should be the one to figure it out. I hate relying on others I made my way inside the kitchen. After washing my hand, I boiled the potatoes and peeled off the skin. I had the meatloaf ready. After adding the finishing touch to the mashed potatoes, I placed it in a big recipient and packed another box for the guards. It seems really funny, the mistress of the house preparing food for the guards.

Wow!

I turned around and gasped in bafflement. The air left my lungs as I was met with the sight of a Greek God leaning against the kitchen counter. Fortunately, I was holding the container in a tight grip, or else it would have been on the floor by now. What is he doing here? "Y-you! What are you doing here?" I asked him still in a daze.

He shot me a glare. Oh, he was irritated, but why. "For crying out loud, this is my house, Miss Fernando."

Now it was my turn to be annoyed. The bastard can never answer one question without sarcasm. "I'm here to check if you have been doing well with the food." Of course, you are. I instantly became nervous. God, I hope he will like the food. I looked at the plate, and he followed my eyes. Without uttering another word, he came and stood right in front of me.

Yes, and there was barely space between us.

What's with him and stealing my personal space today! He looked directly into my eyes, and I gulped. Why is he narrowing his eyes now. He took the recipient from my hand and placed it on the table.

He raised his right hand up and then... He ran his index finger on the tip of my nose and moved it to my cheek. My breathing became harsher.

God, what is he doing! Is he possessed by a seductive sprite?! "There was butter on your nose and cheek. You are welcome!" He stated and then turned too leaved without wasting time. As he reached the door, he stopped and turned his gaze towards me before saying, "By the way, Fernando, the black diary is a gift from my mother." With that being said, he left the kitchen. My lips curled into a wide smile, and I grinned like a damn fool while blushing at the same time.