Chapter 31
He could at least acknowledge that we work together. There’s chemistry. ‘’Coming here? Don’t you
normally take your serious day to day work to your office in the city?’’ I know he has one; he has a
whole building apparently and spends the time he’s not here wherever that is. I will let this go and act
like I don’t give a shit either. Maybe pretend the sex was mediocre. He clearly must have thought so.
‘’This one is a more casual arrangement; People I don’t want to be seen with publicly, make yourself
scarce. Don’te back till after three.’’ Alexi slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out his wallet,
sliding out his ck stic and pushing it across the granite surface toward me. I just blink at the credit
card and then at him with a questioning expression. He still carries on with his papers and doesn’t look
my way.
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‘’Go pick a new wardrobe. I want you dressing a little sexier in the evenings, and get a few formal
dresses for events I haveing up that I’d like you to attend with me. I need a date that knows how to
mingle socially and hold up intelligent conversations.’’ Commanding and emotionless, telling me what
to do even if it is with his money.
‘’Another Demagio type arrangement?’’ I snap, even though I am trying not to let him get to me but his
arrogant attitude and whole non-reaction to meing down has me feeling like I want to kick him in
the shins with pointed shoes.
‘’No. I told you, that won’t ever happen again. The only man who gets to touch you is me.’’ He drops his
papers and pulls his food towards him, sliding his mug aside as I watch him silently. Simmering inside
with weird hateful vibes that I cannot quite pinpoint. He just makes me so angry.
‘’So, we’re still on that? Sex didn’t cure you of that then.’’ I roll my eyes and re at him, bringing it up
myself because, to be honest, it’s pissing me off that he’s acting like we didn’t have sex, and damn
good sex half the fucking night. It WAS good sex and that’s rare.
‘’I didn’t think it would, I just wanted to fuck you and show you who was boss. Allst night did was
secure the fact that I own you; you are disappointingly easy to manipte for someone I had high
hopes for. Your reputation is more than your skill London, and I was expecting fireworks and bedroom
acrobatics, not tears and having to y nice.’’ And there’s that sadistic smug smirk as he focuses on
his food. Every reason in his words that remind me why I despise this prick so much. I know that is not
a joke. He’s not being arrogant or funny, he’s being dickhead Carrero.
‘’This is getting old. You need therapy. I don’t find anything attractive in this childish ownership bullshit
you have going on and maybe you should find a new hobby or a fucking shrink.’’ I get up angrily,
bubbling inside with hotva and rage, not caring if I have fooding. He just crushed me by implying
sex was dull and treating me like shit. I am not staying for this bull crap, tears burning in the back of my
eyes, but he catches my wrist and yanks me back to him, so I plonk back down on the stool. He’s harsh
and aggressive and sometimes makes me want to gauge his eyes out.
‘’You’re my new hobby. Get used to the attention,st night wasn’t a one-off and next time you will learn
your ce. You present a challenge, a little wildcat I want to tame and discipline and show how to
behave in a way which befits something belonging to me.’’ This time it’s a sardonic smile, a confident
tone that wreaks seriousness and I re hatefully because I know he means every stupid wording
out of that idiotic mouth of his. This just went to a whole new level of war.
‘’Fuck off! Honest to God I cannot stand you andst night will never happen again. You were a mistake
and ame one at that, I have had better sex with my little finger.’’ I spit it at him, and he just grins at
me like it’s the funniest thing he’s heard all day and rattles my temper some more. ‘’Getting under your
skin, London? You’re losing your cool way more than you used to. You’re not that great an actress and
I know for a fact if I dragged you upstairs right now, you would be as willing as you werest night. I
can almost see your panties dropping at the thought.’’ Sarcasm is thick, and he drops my wrists and
goes back to his te, casually picking up his sandwich and taking a bite nonchntly. He just looks
cocky and self-assured that he’s ‘da man’ and the urge to knock histte over his nice trousers is
overwhelming. I toss his credit card back at him with rage in my veins and I aim it for his face but it
misses and whizzes past his shoulder instead. Not that he seems to care or even acknowledge it, he’s
too busy acting like I am an annoying mosquito that he is great at ignoring.
‘’I don’t need you adding more debt to my tab and drawing out this agony for longer. I’ll pay for my own
clothes and you should know … I’m going apartment hunting, so I’ll be back when I am back.’’ I toss my
hair over my shoulder bitchily and slide off my chair defiantly, walking off towards the inner door, so I
can go retrieve my bag from upstairs, moving swiftly so I am out of reach quickly, but he stays put.
‘’We’ll see. Looking for an apartment is one thing. Being allowed to move out is another.’’ He calls after
me with that shitty tone of arrogant prick that thinks he can rule everything about me, and I don’t know
how one man can make a couple of deadpan sentences sound like the most rage inducing thing in the
world—but he is supreme at it.
He slides his half-eaten food further along the bar towards me, out of his way, done with it and goes
back to looking at his goddamn paperwork.
‘’I swear to fucking God!!!’’ I spin on him angrily, losing all remnants of cool and yelling it at him. ‘’You
realise you are an arsehole, like seriously? You need to get a bloody grip. NEWSFLASH ALEXI! You
cannot control someone who doesn’t want to be owned! How are you going to stop me? Tie me up and
lock me in this club? Take away my privileges of getting to go outside and chain me to the fucking
floor? Lock me in a cupboard and keep me there indefinitely? I would like to see you fucking try, you
complete prick!’’ I am practically stamping my foot at him, and he’s just infuriatingly cool, watching me
with that empty expression and those lifeless, colourless eyes. Unfazed, uncaring andpletely
fucking devoid of humanity.
‘’Push me and see.’’ It''s not even raised in volume or tone. Infuriatingly unaffected while I’m bubbling
like molten metal over here.
‘’You have got to stop with the threats and the constant trying to put the fear of God into me. I don’t
care!!! Do your worst—fuck me or beat me, defile me and crush me down like a worthless piece of shit
that you found on your shoe. You wouldn’t be doing anything I haven’t already lived through, so if you
thought you had an upper hand, then forget it. I can survive worse than you can throw at me so bring it
on. I am so done with your bullshit Carrero, you are not the worst shit I have endured and if you are
trying to break me then good luck … I died a long time ago and this is the fucking result.’’ I exhale after
my mini rant and try topose myself. So fuelled with anger and breathing hard as my lungs strain
against my outburst, my face flushed with effort and body burning with exertion.
I really despise that he just draws this out of me effortlessly and I feel like he’s trying to make me
insane, slowly but surely. A man who can suffocate you withoutying a finger on you, another
aplishment he would be proud of no doubt.
‘‘PMS? Or just woke up in the wrong bed and a massive case of ‘why didn’t he want to cuddle with me
after I let him fuck me’?’’ He smirks at me, mocking me with a convincing British ent and I just flip
with that one little arrogant smug as fuck face and dickheadugh.
I pick up his te of food which is nearer me than him and throw it over him, rather well aimed and
surprisingly direct to the target, before tossing the porcin over his head like a Frisbee for effect and
smashing it across the floor.
‘‘If I’m going to be punished then maybe I’ll start making it worthwhile!’’ I snap at him and turn to walk
away, heart pounding as he sitspletely still and silent as sd rolls down his expensive clothes. I
have no actual fucks to give, he’s infuriating on every level and I want him to snap and strangle me to
death, put me out of my misery once and for all.
The bar girles back with the food I ordered and halts in open-mouthed shock as she catches sight
of Carrero wearing his breakfast and does a double take from him to me and then back again
sheepishly, all colour draining from her face. She has the sense to feel instant fear on my behalf.
‘’Better give it to him; I think he might still be hungry.’’ I snap at her too as I pass and try not to break
into a run before hees after me. I know it’s inevitable, but I am not waiting around for that. If I get
my arse out of this club and into the street he’s less likely to physically hurt me.
I hear the scrape of bar stool on wooden floor and my heart literally jumps into my mouth, instant regret
hitting hard, and I know I better run like the wind. Carrero obviously took a moment to digest what I just
did and now he’s raging.
Reaction overtakes thought and impulsively I freak the fuck out. I don’t look back, just break into a
sprint in high shoes, aiming for the corridor to the back entrance and take off at speed. Apt at high heel
running when I must. I have never been so petrified in my life, and even in four-inch heels I get to the
door in record time and slide past his two goons who are napping on the job.
I keep my ess card in my bra and with a swipe I’m out in the morning sun, in New York’s grey air,
hightailing it down the side alley and up towards the front of the building to try and find a way out or a
cab. I don’t care if I have no bag or coat. I can charge most shit to my ount or go find a bank in the
city to withdraw cash and keep out of the way all day until he simmers.
I need to get the hell away from him while he cools down, and I am noting back until he does, it’s a
bit like lighting a fuse and realising you better move away from the st zone until it settles. Mr
Dynamite is burning away and getting ready to go ‘Kaboom’.