Page 14 of Bride By Initiation

We step past the doorman, and she chirps, "Thanks for bringing me home. You can go now."

"I told your father I'd walk you to your apartment."

She sarcastically huffs. "Yeah, like I need you to do that. I'm in a secure building. Bye!" she says, waving, and then pushes the elevator button.

"Stop being a brat."

"Stop being a dictator."

I step closer to her and put my arm around her waist, gripping it firmly.

She tilts her head, looking up at me and fuming. "Really, Sean? Honestly, you can go now."

"Wouldn't you like that," I say.

The elevator opens. Nobody's on it. Zara steps in, answering, "Yeah, I would."

"No, you wouldn't," I declare, stepping beside her and pushing the button for the eighth floor.

The elevator doors shut, and we ride up in silence, with the tension growing between us.

Zara's stubborn, but I don't care what I have to do. I will find out what she's hiding from me about this John Smith guy.

The elevator stops, and the doors open with a ding. She stomps out of the elevator, and I follow. She gets to her apartment door and pulls out her key.

She quickly glances at me, waving again. "Bye! Time to go."

I stay planted.

She opens the door and tries to get in and shut it before I can enter, but I push it open farther and step in behind her.

"I didn't invite you in, Sean," she states.

I shut the door, announcing, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what you're hiding."

"Once again, I'm not hiding anything," she says, tossing her keys and purse on the table, and then saunters toward her bedroom.

"There is," I insist.

"No, there's not. Now, get out of my apartment."

"No."

She spins on me. "This isn't okay. I told you to get out, and I mean it. I won't have you sit here and grill me all night in my own house. Now, my father told you to walk me to my door, and you have. Thank you very much. You can leave." She crosses her arms and glares daggers at me.

I don't flinch.

"You're not going to learn anything here tonight, Sean. Please leave," she says in a softer tone.

"Zara, why was that man in the pub?"

She shakes her head. "Don't know." She turns and steps into her bedroom.

I follow her.

She unzips her dress, and it slides down her body, revealing her purple bra and thong.

I freeze. My cock hardens to the point it hurts. My voice cracks, "Goddammit. What are you doing?"

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