THE FIGHT

He gently drops me on the ground, goes to fetch the door for me, ushers me inside, slams the door shut, and jumps into the driver's seat. Without uttering a single word once more, he starts the car, and as he beastly pulls out of the parking lot, I almost let out a loud scream. I'm afraid to ask anything because I doubt he will even answer. As he accelerates out onto the main road, I just grasp onto my safety belt tightly and briefly murmur a short prayer that he doesn't cause an accident. I would rather return home and beg my disgusting ghost fiance to wed me than die at such a young age and in the hands of a stranger.


"Come on. We are here." I am woken up by his voice.

I gradually open my eyes and notice that we have safely returned to his beautiful compound. I am grateful that we did not hit a car or a tree on the way. Is he some sort of racer? His driving is just savage! I don't understand how such driving leaves no visible damage on his cars. I should just get well quickly from these craps so that I can drive us for the remainder of the trip.

How much time again? 3-day period! I have three days before I depart from his house. A few blocks away from here, mine is waiting for me. There are no more outstanding issues except...


"Don't tell me you want to spend the rest of the day here." I almost freeze in my seat as he speaks from behind my ear.

"What are you doing?" I inquire, struggling to discard his pheromones' thrills from my body. Jeez! Why does he always have to be so ticklish?


Instead of replying, he grabs my hand, unbuckles my seatbelt, and leads me out of the car. As soon as I am out, he quickly scoops me back into his arms, and my hands immediately begin to circle his neck, as is customary.

"You should have said you liked being in my arms this much instead of just staying in the car," he murmurs a few strides to the door.

"Who said I did?" I fired back.

"You!" Huh? Did I ask for his help? Did I ask him to carry me? "The way you are snuggling up to me says it all. I am not grumbling, though. Just don't choke me with your arms. Your hold is kind of tight."

Darn!

I had no idea how they had gotten so tight around him, nor did I realize that I was lazily leaning my head against his shoulder. What the heck!

I lift my head away from him as I let go of his neck. He chuckles a little.

"Put me down. Now." I yell.

"How convenient. You are asking me, Just when we are at the door?"

"I didn't ask you to carry me in the first place, did I?" I fire at him as he opens the door after putting me down, turning to me after he is done, leaving the door wide open.

"No. I was just being a gentleman, helping a lady who was in need. Or weren't you?" He retorts, his eyes throwing firing glances at me.

"Whose brilliant fucking idea was this to start with, huh? Wasn't yours?" I snap again.

He nods but speaks in defiance, "And again, I was just trying to help. Since when did helping become a crime? And you had the option to decline. It's not like I forced you, did I?" He defends.

The nerve! "No. But you..." He challenged the gibberish I was about to spew by raising an eyebrow. What then? He didn't forcefully drag my arse there. He didn't hold a gun to my head or anything. I volunteered to go there. I willingly consented to his craziness, and I detest the repercussions of this absurdity. I push past him and walk inside, but he grabs my hand. I make a furious U-turn and bark before he roars. "Get the fuck out of my face, Damian! Go and teach those tiny models who are used to it, and leave me alone. I am okay the way I am."

Whoa! The fury, huh? I didn't know it was this deep.

"Where is all this fury coming from, Ellie? You said you would quit if you didn't like it, and I conceded. I wouldn't force you to like something you don't want. You don't have to get mad just to say you quit, unless..."

"Unless what?" I cut him off.

He closes the tiny gap between us and locks his dangerously cold gaze on mine, searching for something in my eyes. Funny how he emits fire instead of ice, given his cold demeanour. He should go by the name of Ice and Fire. As the hot air surrounding us rises beyond what my nostrils can handle, I find it harder and harder to breathe.

"Unless what?" While straining to breathe heavily in and out, I repeat.

"Unless there is something else."

Unless there is something!

I mimic him in my head.

What, though, could it possibly be?

His searing gaze makes me feel even more aroused. As I begin to tremble in his hold, I swallow hard and dry! He is aware I am trembling, and he is liking it. He feels it. He is weakening my bones, and he can sense that.

"Is there?"

I lost what little energy I had left as his gruff, sharp words reverberated in the piercing emptiness between us. I am left dangling in his arms, uncertain of how to respond to his question. I am not even sure how long I have been this tightly encompassed by him in this manner, or precisely when the heat I had been feeling earlier turned into a raging fire. I am on fire!

I close my eyes to comprehend what is happening as he leans his beguile face to mine slowly and suggestively, until our delicate flesh brushes against each other, our lips lingering on each other.

What is it?