Page 8 of Havoc
Chapter Three
Chrissy
“I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven't learned my lesson
I've got some damn bad intentions
I see the world in 25 dimensions
I've seen evil reign over perfection
Blood heat over tension
And I know” - Niykee Heaton
I cannot believe I let him come in here and do that to me. Well, I can because let’s be honest, the man is a master.
I have to get him out of here though.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, babe.” He pulls on his briefs and jeans before flopping down on my couch and opening the take-out bag.
“Hell no, that shit is not yours.” I move to grab the bag from him but he quickly switches arms and I can’t reach it.
“I paid for it.” He laughs as he starts to go through the contents. “You ordered a lot of food.”
“What can I say?” I shrug at him. “A girl needs her options, one thing for too long gets boring.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Yea? I’d say the way you were screaming was the farthest thing from boring.”
Asshole.
“You need to go, Rock. I meant what I said about us being done. I’m moving on.” I turn away from him so he can’t see the indecision on my face.
“The fuck you are.” I hear the crumple of the paper bag. “Maybe the pussies you’ve dated in the past have accepted that shit, but babe, that ain’t me. I’ve had a taste of you and I have no intention of being without you.” I can feel him behind me. My body wants to step back into him.
I force my feet to stay where they are. “Well, you better come to terms with it, because that’s what’s happening.”
He spins me to face him. “No, I’ll tell you what’s happening. You’re gonna try to fight this, to fight me. The difference this time is that it won’t work. You’re mine. I’m fucking claiming you tomorrow. I’ll be there every time you think you’re gonna be going out with some asshole. Every time you’re out, I’ll be there. Until you accept the fact that you’re not getting rid of me.” His hands cup my face. “You, Chrissy Daniels, are mine.”
“And if I don’t want to be?” My voice shakes no matter how much I try to stop it.
“If I actually bought that bullshit, I wouldn’t be here.” He walks back over to the couch. “Now I’m gonna eat some of this food and watch TV. You’re welcome to join me.” He strolls over to the couch and opens my food dipping a fork in and taking a bite.
Anger spikes inside of me, then he turns on the TV.
Fucking ESPN.
That shit does not get watched here.
Tonight was supposed to be an eat shitty food, and binge watch Netflix until I pass out night.
Goddamn men ruin everything.
My fists clench as I watch him make himself at home.
I go to my room slamming the door, locking it, and heading for my stash of junk food in the nightstand.
