His always and forever

The rules

Caroline

Alexander walked me to his car, a hand on my lower back, after we just said goodbye to his parents. I was anxious to be left alone with him, he was still a stranger, who knew what he could do to me. Neither of us spoke until we got in the car. "I'll just show you the way to my place." I said while looking at him from the corner of my eyes. "That won't be necessary." He simply replied and started the engine. "What do you mean that's not necessary? Do you already know where I live?" I could feel my heart beat picking up a strong pace. "No I don't and you talk awfully too much.” The heck??? That was definitely wrong.

I took out my phone from my purse, remembering I had my sister on speed dial. He was quick to grab it from my hands and throw it out the window. "You won't be needing that where I'm taking you."

I looked around the car and saw we were stuck in traffic. Thank you NYC, I've never been so grateful for the traffic in my entire life! I decided to make a run for it and open the car's door. D*mn it. "You thought I wouldn't think about that." Of course he had to lock the car's doors. Stupid him. He threw an annoyed glance in my direction before rolling his eyes. I could feel my anger rising and the mask keeping my emotion a-bay started falling. “ You *sshole! You can’t just throw my phone out the window and k-" wasting no time, he cut me off, not letting me finish my sentence. “I’ll buy you a new one. Now I suggest you sit tight because there's no escape and you're giving me a headache." He massaged his temples and sighed.

"Why are you doing this? And where are you even taking me?" I needed answers, so why not directly ask my abductor while I’m stuck in his car. "You put yourself in this situation and now stop talking or I'll be forced to do something you'll regret."

I swallowed hard and shut my mouth in a thin line. I was quiet familiar with domestic violence growing up ; I had no intention of testing if his threats were empty words or meaningful ones. As the traffic cleared, we drove away. I spent the whole ride looking through the window and trying to remember the streets. I had no clue where we were and my husband-to-be, who turned out to be my abductor, seemed set on hating me. We finally stopped in front of huge iron gates with the bold letter B in the center. Narcissistic, aren't we?

"It's me Josh." He said through the intercom. "Evening boss" After the reply, the gates opened and he drove through, stopping near the huge black double doors that served as the main entrance to the white mansion.

Without sparing me a glance, he got out of the door and walked to the house, not bothering about me. I smirked, knowing well he was expecting me to follow him. Crossing my arms, I stayed put in the car seat and waited for him to realise I wasn’t behind him.

As he reached for the doorknob, he finally turned and seemed shocked at first to see me still seated in the vehicle, but then his face twisted with anger. He marched to the car and I could feel the panic raise in me as he opened my door. “Get up.” I raised my eyebrow but stayed put nevertheless.

I could see he was getting irritated. Not being a very patient person, he surprised me by taking matters in his hands and he leaned in the car to unfasten my seatbelt. His face was inches away from mine and I could smell his musky cologne. His eyes never left mine as he stood there for a moment studying me. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I pushed my hand on his chest. The mouvement did the trick and he blinked, clearing his throat. Stepping on the side, he gestured for me to get out of the car. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction after the way he treated me. Sighing, he closed his eyes before, out of nowhere, he lifted me up from my seat and threw me over his shoulder. “Let me go, you pig!” I screamed and kicked but his grip on my waist only tightened. “Don’t tempt me into s******g you.” I held my breath and stayed still. The last thing I wanted was for this perv to grasp my butt.

He kicked the front door open and walked us into his beautiful home. A butler closed the door behind us and stood guard before it, crushing my hopes of an escape. If I were in another situation, I'd stop to admire the paintings hanging on the walls and would want a tour of the property. Right now, it was the last thing on my mind as I restlessly continued to kick my wrists on his back. His grip on my waist became stronger while he navigated us through the house. We arrived into a gorgeous white kitchen and he finally dropped my ass on the counter. I immediately tried to jump off and run, yet he held me in place. He was surprisingly strong for a businessman who worked in an office all day. He must be working out. Once I gave up on trying to escape, he cupped my face with his hands. "Are you done?" I simply nodded my head and averted my eyes, not wanting to look at him. He sighed loudly and let go of me to walk to the kitchen cabinet and grab two glasses. I watched him as he poured water in them and walked back to me, handing me one. He held the glass expectingly before me and I simply looked out the window, not moving. I just heard a loud thud as he set my glass on the countertop next to me.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see him taking off his jacket and loosening his tie. He rolled up his sleeves and leaned against the counter next to me. We stood in a comfortable silence while he drank his glass. "I didn't know you could be so quiet..." He walked to leave his glass by the sink before turning back to me. He stood before me and simply offered me a hand. I got off the counter without glancing at him. He dramatically dropped his hand and sighed, gesturing me to follow him. He led us into an office and sat behind his desk. I took a seat and looked around the room, feeling his eyes on me. His office was decorated tastefully, undoubtedly, yet it was too dark for my taste. The walls were a shade of dark brown and the furniture was all black. If it weren't for the gigantic windows letting the moon lighten the room, it would look sombre with only small lights. Borreli finally cleared his throat and pushed a document towards me on his desk. My gaze set on a painting of what seemed to be a Mediterranean landscape, I got up to examine the piece of art from up close. "What is it?" I breathed out, standing before the imposing masterpiece. "Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice came from right behind me. I had been so engrossed in admiring the canvas that I hadn't heard him walk up to me. I hummed as I gently touched its golden ornated frame.

I let out a surprised yelp as I felt his hands on my waist. "What do you think you're doing?" I tried to move away from his grasp to no-vail. The man was determined to torment me. I could feel his breath fade against my neck as he whispered to my ear. "I have some paperwork for you to sign, little bride." He let go of me and just as quickly as he came, he returned to his chair. "Sit." I inhaled deeply trying to regain some sense and gracefully took my seat. I eyed the papers before me as he handed me a golden pen. "Sign them. On pages 5, 7 and 15." I reached for the documents and leaned back in my seat reading through them, flipping the pages. With my profession, I had learned to read fast between the lines; it came in handy. I sighed, incredulous, at the content of this document. "And you just expect me to... sign this...?" I set the papers back on his desk alongside the pen and let out a chuckle. "You're delusional if you honestly believed that I would ever agree to those terms." He eyed me without uttering a word and picked up the contract and a pencil. "What do you want to change?" Admittedly, he caught me by surprise as I wasn't expecting a narcissistic perverted misogyny like him to ever desire to negotiate terms with me.

"On page 1 ; "I owe unwavering and blind obeisance to my husband" Seriously?" I arched an eyebrow as he nodded. "Yes, as a good wife does to her husband." I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Perhaps if my husband deserved my respect, I would agree with you, but I do not respect you. Especially not after this thing you just pulled on me!" I let out a chuckle and noticed his knuckles turned white from gripping the pencil. "In public at least then." I thought for a moment before slowly nodding my head in agreement. If there was one thing I couldn't stand, it was making a scene in public. It was really degrading to be seen unable to control my emotions. At least, he wouldn't have to worry about this. He scrumbled something on the paper before flipping the page. "What else?"

Alexander

She had objections to every single word of those damn 15 pages. I was surprised how well she remembered the content of these pages, as she only read them once. I would rather die than admit that she impressed me. She was testing the limits of my patience and my resilience. Her manicured fingers gently tapped against her pencil for the hundredth time on that evening. She was wearing a frown on her perfectly sculpted face as she scrambled on the paper. This woman was just sent from hell to test my self-control. I tried my best not to rip the contract from her hands and send her out of my house. Unfortunately, my father had already set his mind on marrying me to her. I knew Lorenzo Borreli damn well; he never made empty threats. If I didn't marry this insufferable irritating gold digger, I could loose everything. Feeling her gaze on me, I left my eyes to wander until they were met with the lightest blue orbs I had ever seen. Caroline was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that. She didn't resemble the models I had become accustomed to meeting. She was another kind of beauty. A pure one. She looked like an angel if she kept that big mouth of hers closed. She could have any man fall on his knees for her simply by staring at them with her big innocent doe eyes. She almost had me fooled as I stared into them. Yet the second she opened her mouth, I was reminded of my dislike for this woman.

"- Are you done staring?" I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh as I let a hand run through my hair. "- More like trying to find ways to murder you..." A white light flashed through the window, drawing our attention to the scenery unfolding outside. A storm had started to form and the lightning growl of the thunder echoed in the black night. My eyes left the sky to settle on the petite woman seated before me. Her gaze was still locked on the sight my office's windows offered and goosebumps had started to appear on her arms. Clearing my throat, I left my seat to stand before her. "- I'll have the guest bedroom prepared for you." Surprise was written all over her features as she started at me baffled. "- It's unnecessary. I'll call a cab." She turned as if looking for something before frowning. "- I don't have a phone anymore." She threw an annoyed glance at me and sighed. "- Could you call a cab for me?" I contemplated for a second her question, yet when my eyes fell on the raging storm outside, I somehow felt like it wasn't right to let her on roads in this weather. Instead of giving her an answer, I opened the door open and walked out of the office. "- Follow me."

When I heard the click of high heels echoing in the hall, I knew she was following closely by. I sent for Dave to have a guestroom ready. Of course, I had to specify that he must choose the furthest away from my bedroom. I had no intentions of having the she-devil sleeping a door away from my room. Having to stare at her for the past few hours was already torture enough. It was hard not to, when she looked as pure and perfect as she did. Something primal in me told me that I had to mess her up. I wanted to ruin her with my dirty and twisted mind. Pictures of her long legs wrapped around my waist flashed in my mind along with images of her inviting full lips begging me to take them. Could I sleep under the same roof as her without doing things to her?