"You were not fair too, my Princess. You already felt that I love you but you choose to ignore my feelings you didn't even give me a chance. You've known me since we were kids. Have I ever done anything wrong with you? is it hard to love me?" he asked her with loneliness in his eyes.
"People can pretend, Mike. If you truly love me then why did you kill Richard!? and why are you treating me this way!?" she cried as she closed her eyes, trying to put all the evil away.
"I did it because I love you, Denise, I can't afford to lose you, that's why I killed him, I treated you like this because I'm scared to lose you!" he yelled at her as she stepped nearer and pointed to his chest.
"From the beginning, you didn't care about me; you only cared about him," he said as her eyes welled up. "I didn't even realize I was hurting his feelings," she admitted quietly to herself.
"Mike, I-"
"We'll talk about it another time," he answered bluntly. "Take a shower and come downstairs; breakfast will be ready," he added.
Denise crossed her arms and muttered, "Don't tell me what to do."
Mike approached her and was only a few centimeters away from her face.
"If you don't get your ass in the shower, I'll come and put you in the shower myself. Don't try me, Denise. Now that I think about it, I'll join you too," he whispered seductively as he stared at her. Denise's pupils dilated. "No, no, I'll get in myself," she answered, inwardly embarrassed.
"All right, I'm going downstairs now; get in the shower," he said as he exited the room.
She gazed down the window as she entered the restroom. "How am I going to escape this time?" she groaned as she grabbed one of the room's vases and tossed it as hard as she could against the window.
The vase smashed against the window but the window didn't break. There was a broken piece everywhere.
"Denise!!" she heard Mike coming upstairs.
Denise hurriedly closed the door when she saw him enter the room, but she swiftly closed and locked it. "Phew," she exclaimed as she switched on the water and heard a knock on the door.
"Denise? Are you in the shower?" he asked.
"Yes!" she exclaimed as she stripped naked.
"Are you sure? Because I heard something broke here; if you're not okay, just tell me I can smash down this door to check you," he said with a cheeky tone.
"Yes, I'm completely OK!" she exclaimed nervously, fearing him to smash down the door.
"All right, good," he murmured, laughing at her from the other side of the door.
She wrapped herself in a towel after her shower and put another one in her hair as she placed her clothes in the basket, making a mental note to wash them later.
She exited the bathroom and made her way to the walk-in closet. She went through her clothes and changed.
She went downstairs and walked around into the kitchen, then she saw Mike in an apron making some breaking. It was an amazing sight. "He looks so hot wearing that apron," he said as she shook her head. "F*ck why I'm thinking like that," she added.
"You're done," he said.
"Isn't obvious?" she said as she rolled her eyes at the same time.
Mike put a plate in front of her and another plate for him. "Dig in," He said. She looked down and saw toast bread, egg, and pancakes with a glass of milk.
"Stop staring at your meal and start eating it right now," he urged. "This is too much; I won't be able to eat it all," she added.
"Yes, you are, or I'll feed you myself, just choose," he added as Denise pouted and ate a small piece of toast bread.
"You look cute like that; you're just tempting me to devour you," he whispered seductively. She protruded her tongue at him.
"W-what are you, a psycho maniac?" she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Never mind, call me whatever you want," he chuckled at her.
"How long will I stay here with you?" she questioned him unexpectedly. Mike came to a halt and gazed at her as he approached her.
"As I said to you at the beginning, You're staying here forever with me," he whispered as he smirked at her, making her shiver.
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Denise awoke as she felt a firm grip on her waist. She sought about for strong arms to wrap around her. She remembered what happened the night before and looked behind her to see Mike, her obsessive closest friend.
"F*ck did we sleep in the same bed over and again?" She thought of it made her disgusted with herself.
She gazed at Mike to find him sleeping like an angel. "He seems so cute sleeping, but in reality, he's nothing but a freaking monster," she whispered to herself as she began to think of a way to escape again.
"Maybe this is my opportunity, I can flee while he's sleeping," she said as she opened the door and ran to her freedom. At the thought of freedom, she began to feel a glimmer of hope that she could get away from him.
She checked to make sure he was still sleeping. She began to stroke his arm carefully, attempting to free herself from his strong grasp, only to make him tighten his grip on her waist.
"Come on, that's not the time for this!" she said as he began to shift in his bed. "Oh God, please don't wake him up," she whispered as she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. He grabbed her and pushed her closer to him till her back was glued to his powerful chest, then he sank his head into her neck while securely gripping her waist. Her body shivered as a result of the breath on her neck.
After a few minutes, she slowly opened her eyes and peered at him, only to discover him asleep. as she tries to flee from him once more, but it's much more difficult now that he's bonded to her.
She was startled to hear a gruff voice. She turned around to see him staring at her with a threatening expression.
"What do you think you're trying to do, my Princess?" he asked while his gaze fixed on her.