He gave her a sweet contagious grin and moved away from her as she climbed off the bed and was about to run away, but he snatched her wrist and pulled her to him. As she shrieked, her small body collided with his hard chest.
Her eyes were still filled with tears. "Why are you crying, princess?" he softly asked, wiping her tears away, making her look like a beautiful scared little girl.
"You... you are always f-forcing m..me to gO." Before she could finish her sentence, he placed his fingers on her lips, muffled her words.
He gently cupped her cheek, causing her teary eyes to meet his cold gray ones in the back.
"I love you, Denise, can't you just give me this chance?" He said without taking a breath, widening her eyes in terror.
She didn't want him to like her. He was a possessive sociopath. He'll undoubtedly kill her once he's finished with her, and she didn't want that. She wants to get as far away from him as possible, but she knows it's impossible. "Wear red tomorrow on our date," he said softly, and she didn't say anything to him after that.
She pushed on his chest to make an indentation. He kept a safe distance from her and let her go despite his protests.
"And if you don't come, I'll f*ck you here like there's no tomorrow, I'll f*ck you until your p*ssy rip-off." He whispered as he walked closer to her.
It was as if all the blood drained out of her system when she heard it. "And I like it," she whispered.
"What did you say?"
"N-Nothing," she said as she should her head.
Denise's chin quivered as Mike gently kiss her neck.
"I know what I heard, Denise," His words were
like acid on her form and she took a faltering step back and stared at him with disbelief.
Mike knew he was being a jerk to her, but he couldn't help himself. He wants her, and he wants that date. It could only happen if she was terrified of him. She was his and his alone.
"Now don't cry, princess. I promise I won't f*ck you now if you cooperate, just give that as our husband and wife quality time," he said softly, making her scoot away from him.
"I hate you," Denise said quietly, trying not to cry in front of him, but her tears weren't listening to her.
"Hate me all you want, Denise, you can't get away from me; I'm your husband now, wifey," he said smoothly before moving forward and picking her up in a bridal style, causing a shriek to escape her lips.
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Denise's eyes started to open. When she looked around and discovered him laying. He was lying next to her, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist.
Denise can't deny that he looked like an angel while sleeping. "Why can't he be like this all the time?" she thoughts to herself as she didn't feel like getting out of bed today and was feeling extremely sluggish.
She then lay there for a few minutes longer, but when she heard Mike's voice, she looked in his direction and found him awake.
"Are you that excited about our date that you're up this early?" he asked, smirking at her. His sleeping voice is wonderful.
"N-No! I just woke up!" she exclaimed.
"Really? you're too obvious for your response," he chuckled.
"Go, get up, get ready we're having a date after 30 minutes," he said before he entered the bathroom.
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She heard the door close after she finished her bath. It indicates that Mike went out. "Finally! He went out, and I forgot to take what I was going to wear," she thought to herself as she quickly exited and went to her closet.
When she opened the closet, it was full of clothes, and what made her configs used was that they were all her size anyway, she then discovered a pair of black jeans shorts. They were pleasant. And she wore a stunning nude crop top. She quickly changed into a pair of white Korean shoes.
She then applied a light layer of makeup, consisting of only lipstick and mascara. She decided to go down and look for him when she was finished. She was right in her decision to go look for him in his office. He was sitting there, dressed nicely in a black suit. "God, he looks so attractive," she unconsciously said as she shook her head.
He was working on papers at the time, but when she came in, he was completely focused on her. He examined her from head to toe. "What the f*ck are you wearing? Change your clothes right now," he yelled.
"Wait! There's nothing wrong with my clothes! Why would I change? Do you have an eye problem!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes at him.
Mike then walked slowly up to her, making her nervous and terrified. He took a step in front of her and tightly gripped her jaw in his hands.
"Seriously? Is it your purpose to seduce another man behind my back? Denise, did you forget that this body of yours is mine? That means I'm the only one who can see and feel it. Denise, I'm a man, and I know what all men think. You want all men to look at you, don't you? You appreciate the attention but I don't want other men to notice you. I shouldn't be the only one who enjoys it. Don't you understand? You expose a lot of cleavages. These shorts are extremely short, and this top reveals a lot about your chest and stomach. We're not going out if you don't change into something appropriate, but we're going to f*ck here until midnight. What are your opinions, my princess? Which option will you choose? " He asked as he tightened his grip on her jaw even more while shouting at her, and it began to hurt her.
Her eyes began to well up. Because of the burning tears in her eyes, she couldn't see clearly.
"Why is he like this? Instead of telling me I look good, he just gets upset; he can talk slowly to me; why does he need to shout at me? his words hurt me," she thought to herself as she bit her lower lip.
"Shhhh, don't cry, Denise. I just don't want you to wear something like this since there are so many perverts out there. I'm just protecting you, my princess," he said softly, wiping away her tears.
"I'm s-sorry," she apologized as she entered the room and went to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She sat on the floor and sobbed uncontrollably. Every time she thinks things are getting better. He simply proves to her that she was wrong.
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"What the f*ck did I just do? Why couldn't I control my patience!?" he thought to himself, but he couldn't help but shout at her when he kept picturing how all the men screwed would look at her and maybe, even more, think of her dirty thoughts and he will not allow it.
Mike does not want her body to be seen by anyone. "I know I'm being so possessive, but Denise is mine and mine only. Sh*t! I messed up this chance. Instead of making her happy by proving myself to her, I keep making her cry. I know she looked so beautiful in her outfit, but that view is exclusively mine only. I would kill any man who looks at her," he said as he slammed his table.
"F*ck! How I'm going to make it up with her!"