Drive Me Crazy

Chapter Eleven: Threats and Teases

(DYLAN POV)

“Aren't we married?”

She stared at me with her eyebrows furrowed, throwing her hands in protest as she tried her very best to get her eyes off my veiny member that refused to be ignored.

This was the first time a lady had ever stared at my veiny member and rejected the desire that had been welling up within.

Or rather, is she unattracted to me? That couldn't be right.

The ladies all love me because they want something from me; they all want to be part of something bigger than themselves, spend some money in the process, and live their dream life.

“We are married by name alone, so put on some clothes.” She ferociously tossed me one of my black pairs of pants, and I found it amusing.

“You don't want to watch me dress up?” I chuckled as she folded her arms and faced the other side of the room where my shadow lingered.

“I didn't sign up for this!”

“You signed up for me.” I twisted her words, knowing she would be annoyed and turn around to toss some words at me, probably.

“I…” she gasped when she realized I hadn't put on the pants she had tossed me.

She was easy to read despite her tough exterior and hurtful communication language. Nevertheless, she was still the best lady I had ever met.

While I had to throw money in other ladies' faces, I had to make her indebted to me. I had to get married to her and bend the rules despite the cost. I had to buy the entire house she lived in and demolish it so she would have no choice but to return to my Mansion.

This lady really had a way of making me chase after her without doing anything. Even if she keeps an angry face and threatens me with a gun, I don't think I'll be able to punish her or eliminate her when given the chance.

Maybe I made the wrong idea choosing her as my new tool for stability. I mean, what if I end up falling in love with her and she makes me more unstable like all the other girls that I had to toss out the window.

Bella's daughter was even the deadliest among those ladies. She was light-skinned, tanned herself almost every hour, and had the smile of an angel, but her character was as awful as the devil's. She was toxic, always demanding and spitting on my servants like they were some lifeless piece of machines made to serve her.

She wanted me to worship, to become hers with every skin she showed off while she creamed her body right in front of me on this very bed. If I hadn't been cautious and listened to my head, I might not have survived the lawsuit that came after.

“You can look now.” I held up a smile as I stood with the black pants she tossed me. It was baggy and, for some reason, very convenient to sleep in.

She grabbed the pyjamas I had tossed her before I walked into the bathroom and headed towards the shower. Despite her tough demeanor and military walking steps, I could see the embarrassment that rolled underneath those lips.

“I will be waiting for you, darling; let's get naughty tonight.” I teased.

She slammed the door behind her aggressively, and something within told me that she might probably never leave that bathroom till the next morning.

Thinking about Zendaya wasn't supposed to be on my head tonight. I had a lot of dark stuff going on in the biker's sacred circle, and I would have to leave in a week's time. I also had to be well-rested to be able to listen to the new innovation tech that would grow my company's heritage in many folds.

Yet, I still thought about the lady who beat up an assassin sent by the Bellas. He might have been a low-ranking member of the Scorpio society, but he was enough to eliminate her if he didn't underestimate her.

Protecting her means leaving her in the one place I think I'm safe. She's really a hard nut to crack; I should have known what I was going to be dealing with before I signed up.

The sound of dripping water pierced my thoughts, and I found myself staring at the bathroom door with one thought in mind. How would she look after taking her bath?

I mean, some girls hide under makeup throughout their stay in my house, and I find that out, and it's pretty much a red flag, but I want to see if really she's different.

Ring, ring, ring…

The dragon mark symbol appeared on my phone screen as a caller ID came into view. My gaze shifted from the bathroom door, and I hurried to the other side of the bed beforehand grabbing my phone and responding to the caller.

“Dylan the Dragon tamer.” The old yet bubbly voice on the phone made me tense.

His number appearing on my screen was never a good sign. Apparently, he still hadn't learned to stay away from me and my life.

“I heard that you got married to Zendaya.” His tone changed, and I could feel the threat looming underneath.

“Yes, I did.” I changed my tone, making sure he couldn't mark my territory without a fight.

“I hope you didn't forget our agreement.” His evil laugh reverberated in my ears as he kept talking. “You know what to do. “

“Our agreement already ended three years ago, so you can't have Zendaya. If you still decide to pester me, you would have to meet her in the afterlife.”

Without listening to the rumbles of displeasure that were about to be let loose, I terminated the call and gently kept my phone on the bed.

“Why do you sound like you want to puke?” Her angelic voice crawled into my ears.

I veered around to see her in the dragon design pyjamas, and she looked absolutely stunning.

Her hazel eyes glowed brighter than any star I had ever seen. Her dark hair flowed down her shoulders, settling down to give her a more feminine look, and then her pyjamas let her curves come into full view.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Are you really Zendaya?”

“No, I'm one of your ex-fiancé's.” She said before tossing a pillow on my face.

“I am sleeping right next to you; this pillow has to be between us when I wake up.”

“Is that a threat?” I let out a chuckle as I watched her give me several commands. This was the very first one that didn't wait for me to order her around and pretended to be good or new to a s****l setting.

“It is a threat.” She said before grabbing my black colored revolver and placing it on the desk next to the space she claimed she would spend the night.

“Do you know how to use it?”

“You want to try and find out?” She had a mischievous look on her face as she lowered herself onto the bed.

“You know I want to. “

My arms moved, grabbing her by the waist before bringing her close enough for a kiss.

“Do you still think you have a choice in my own chamber?”