I HATE YOU
1233 Words
SKY
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped the moment I noticed. “I told you I wasn’t coming to you tonight. I am supposed to meet my fiancé’s parents. So why am I here?”
He didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he leaned back against the seat, one arm stretched along the headrest, his gaze slow and conscious as it traced my face like he had all the time in the world.
My hands moved to the door with the hope of opening it only to find out it had been locked.
“Lower your voice,” he murmured. “You are shaking already… common it's just turning him down for one night!”
“I’m shaking because you dragged me into this car,” I shot back. “I am meeting his parent! Do you get that part? You don't freqking get to decide for me.”
His lips curved slightly, in a very cold smile and I knew there was no way I would be winning this argument with him.
“Relax,” he said softly, leaning closer. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.”
“Harder for who?” I demanded.
“For me,” he replied calmly. “When you push me away it makes me stop being patient.”
My stomach twisted at his words, “Push you away! William, you forced me into all this, you manipulated me into your games!” I cried, and he stared at me deeply this time around those playful snickers were gone.
“You said you wouldn’t interfere,” I said. “You promised me and even signed ig on a contract! This is already crossing the liYou don't even have the right…”
He tilted his head, studying me. “Finish that sentence carefully Sky, you don't want to get on my bad side.”
My hands clenched in my lap. I could feel my pulse in my ears.
“The only reason I am involved with you,” I said slowly, choosing every word, “is because of the agreement and nothing else, you don't get me to tell me the words to say.” I fired at him even though I knew clearly that I was crossing his last straw.
“Say it again,” he warned.
“I’m here because of the contract,” I repeated. “Not because I want you or I love you.”
Silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.
Then he spoke, his voice low. “If you keep talking, I will change my mind… but if you just follow my lead things might get easier for you.” I could only bite my lip in frustration as my throat burned. I had a lot to say, I have every word but don't know how I wanted to express the amount of hatred I had for this man.
But I need to tread carefully, he does what he wants and hardly succumbs to someone else, so I truly want myself to leave this car freely. I need to mind my words.
“So what do you want?” I finally asked after the long silence.
His eyes flicked to my lips before speakingand I knew it wouldn't be something I wanted. “A kiss,” he said lightly. “To calm me down.”
My chest rose sharply. “If I do that, will you let me go?”
He shrugged. “Maybe… But tomorrow, you will be mine for the whole day.”
I stared at him. “And what exactly am I supposed to tell my fiancé? That I am spending the day with his rival while still cheating on him?”
He didn’t even blink. “I don’t care what you tell him. Just don’t let him touch you until I am done with you.”
The words made my skin crawl. I inhaled slowly, steadying myself.
“You knew I was his woman that night and still had your way, don't you think you were the one who had crossed his territory first?”
“Sky,” he called in a warning tone and I just rolled my eyes in defeat.
“Fine, I will sort it out.”
His expression softened now that he had been satisfied, and he leaned closer. “Good girl.”
“Don’t,” I said immediately then he paused.
“I said I will sort it out tomorrow,” I continued. “That doesn’t mean you get anything right now.” His brows drew together.
“Are you not forgetting something?” I glanced at him and snickered bitterly.
“No,” I shot back at him.
Again the amusement faded from his face instantly.
“You are pushing me,” he said quietly.
“And you are not listening,” I replied. “If you need release, go find it somewhere else. You have no shortage of options.”
“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice flat, and I swear I could feel the coldness from those words.
“I said you don’t own me,” I repeated, even though I am not kind of boyang enough I still need to try rejecting him sometimes.
The air in the car shifted instantly when those words dropped in my mouth,
“Get out!” he ordered and the car instantly came to a halt with screeching tires and he felt a bit relieved and at the same time annoyed he had said that.
I tried to open the door but it was still locked and then he spoke up again.
“I am not talking to you!” he growled and I stared at his chauffeur, bowed and got out of the car, my eyes widened understanding him now.
“What do you..” my words were left hanging as his hand moved, fast enough to make my breath hitch, but I was quicker. I shoved the door handle, throwing my weight forward.
“Don’t touch me,” I warned, my voice shaking but loud.
His fist closed in my hair, forcing my head sideways as he leaned across the console.
The seat creaked under the sudden shift of his weight. Before I could turn away, his mouth crashed into mine.
His lips moved against mine like he was trying to shut me up by force, jaw tight, breath harsh against my face.
He kissed without patience, his mouth dragging, biting, forcing my lips apart. The car felt too small, the windows fogging as his shoulder boxed me in, one knee pressing against mine.
“Assjole let me go!” I growled and the next thing I heard was my gown tearing under his hand, the sound sharp in the enclosed space.
My head hit the headrest as he pulled back only to surge forward again, kissing rougher, angrier, like every second was a challenge.
I was more than pissed this time around, he knew I was going out and still decided to destroy my outfit.
My teeth caught his lower lip and I didn’t let go, the pain was too unbearable for him he jerked back with a sharp hiss, shock flashing across his face.
I didn't wait for him to speak before I slapped him.
“I hate you and regret the day I met you!”
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