Blackmailed For Love

Chapter 8: I’m not a wh.re 

Kristian Aaron

"No… No.No.No."

I murmured to myself, dark spots dancing in front of my eyes as I took an involuntary step back.I swallowed thickly as I realized he was coming toward the corridor where I was standing.I whirled around, my feet skidding on the polished floor.I have to hide from him.I have to hide.I wasn't a fool.I knew he was a man of his word, and I also knew he wouldn't keep his word to always love me and protect me when he had warned me and threatened to ruin my life.

And with a cold chill that settled deep in my bones I realized that he could, he could make my life miserable and he could ruin it with just a snap of his fingers if he ever saw me and found out anything about me.

I heard the soft thud of the shoes behind me and without wasting a moment I pushed open the first door I saw and slid inside the room.

It was dark so I fumbled a bit and then my knees knocked on something that felt like a couch.

I slid down on it and cupped my head in my hands, cursing my life and fate.

The room smelled of lemon and mint cleaning solution but there was also a distinct hint of musky cologne.

I wondered which room it was but I didn't have to wonder for long, as I realized fate was out to destroy me.I heard the door open a scant second later and then the lights came on.

Seriously, god? We need to make a deal, so you'd stop screwing me like this? Please, let this be Mrs Frank.

Please.

"Who the hell are you?"

That cold voice asked, making me shiver and my headache worse.I was going to faint.No, I thought maybe I was going to puke first and then faint.

Yes, in that order please.

And it'd be great if I could do the first on his thousand dollar suit.

"Are you deaf? What the fuck you are doing in my office? Who allowed you here?"

With each question he was drawing closer.

And with each of his steps, the chances of my heart getting an attack was increasing.

Please, God this once… Grant me the wish to be invisible.

Now would be a good time.

Nope.

It didn't happen.

God once again failed to help me.

Strong fingers grabbed my arm and hauled me up.

I gasped, my stomach rolling and my eyes closing to stop the spinning.And then I felt it, those cold eyes on me.

The grey with the green rings.

Flinty and icy.

"You."

That one word described what he felt for me.

It took much effort on my part to open my eyes and when I did, my heart cried out.

There he is.The man I loved with all my heart.The man I was afraid of.The man who could make my life worse than it had been for the last five years.The man I shouldn't have come in front of.

For a long moment we stayed there, our eyes locked and our memories crumbling between us, choking me with the emotions that I had been bottling up.

It felt like everything fell apart, leaving us alone, standing a foot apart and gazing into each other's eyes.

Remembering the time, when even an inch or two between us had felt too much and now all I wanted was to run away from here.

Win a his threats that rang in my ears.He looked just the way I remembered him.Even better.

His shoulders were wide, biceps thick.

Dark stubble covered his jaw.

And there was a fine quality to him, more mature than before and… More lethal.

His eyes were colder.

And there was no sign of his dimples.

Well, he wasn't smiling.

He looked stunned for a second, but Kristian Aaron was a man prepared for anything and he proved it when a slow, chilling smile curved his lips, making a dark pit open up in my stomach.

He erased the distance between us, still composed and cool, but I could see the storm brewing in that cold gaze.

He captured my face, his fingers digging into my cheeks and hurting me.

"Now, I didn't think you'd be this foolish."

He tsked and shook my face, making me flinch.

"Don't you remember what I said when I last saw you."

I remained quiet but I could see he was taking delight in repeating the words. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"I told you not to show me your lying, whoring face, didn't I?"

I winced at his words.

He had called me that the last time too.

He breathed into my face, his words sharp and brutal, "I warned you that I will ruin you, little girl, if you ever showed me your face.I promised I will destroy you and everything you love.I promised to make your life so miserable you'll wish for death and then to prolong your misery I would keep you alive."

Oh here it was.

The sweet relief.

I felt the cold tingly feelings in my fingertips as my eyes rolled back in my head and I didn't fight it, instead welcomed it with my open arms, taking a coward's way out.

Maybe when I open my eyes next I'd realize it was a nightmare or a dream that I didn't want to come true.

And if it wasn't any of those things I'd find a way to get myself out of this.

I have dealt with worse things than Kristian Aaron.

But still something told me that he was the one adversary I'd never win against.