NALA POV
Don’t do it Nalayna.
Nalayna, don’t do it.
All my brain’s attempts to talk sense to my stupid heart proved abortive as I tiptoed towards the adjoining door between the rooms.
I wasn’t going to peep into the room or stalk him. Nah, that’s not cute. Just that it’s past 2 in the morning and I feel restless as fuck. I still couldn’t sleep.
Whether it was the change in environnt or the fact that I kind of yearn for a hard masculine body near , I don’t know which is responsible for my reckless decision but I slowly turned the door handle.
Knowing for sure that it won’t happen. It’s probably locked on the other side knowing Ivin and his ticulous fixation on security and privacy. But it doesn’t hurt to try. Does it?
I turned the door handle more firmly this ti and the door unfortunately opened. But not just that, waiting at the other side with his hand on the sa handle was a shirtless, smoking hot Ivin.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Nala think. Say sothing.
"What are you doing beside the door?" I looked into his face as my mouth ran itself off without permission from my brain. "Why are you here?" I asked.
Of all things to ask. Fuck. I knew all I said was trash but how was I supposed to form a coherent thought when his wide toned chest was staring at ?
I couldn’t help the way my eyes dipped into the V of his toned abs, sloping into a well defined bulge in his grey thin baggy pants. And I hate to admit it but seeing the bulge reminded of that particular incident where I t his curved dick.
I’m rambling I know but wait, I think he’s talking to . His mouth moved and now he’s looking at like I was supposed to say sothing.
Say sothing Nalayna, anything. I begged my brain for help.
"It seems you didn’t hear " his voice was even more deep and masculine than normal. Was it because it’s midnight or because I’ve been ogling his chest for the past five minutes?
"I asked why you are awake by this ti"
"Like you care? Spare the bullshit Ivin" I snapped at him. Fuck his fake care.
"No, I don’t care. But it would be sad if you died without you or your brother paying off. Considering the fact that your brother might not even survive the torture he went through"
My heart stilled imdiately. Ethan? Might not survive? Still I refused to show weakness, not when I could see his eyes focused on my face like sharks circling traces of blood. He wants blood. He wants submission and tears. Luckily for him I’m one stingy bitch and I refuse to give in to his demands.
"Then let go. The fuck?" I moved closer to him, hoping to look nacing even though his cologne was tickling my nose and maybe my pussy but hell if I back down.
"You want your money back but you won’t release so I can go hustle. How am I supposed to pay back if I’m in your cage all day? How?" I asked, pushing my finger into his chest but he didn’t even budge an inch. The fucker.
"I can’t let you go" he said adamantly with no traces of expression on his face.
"Why? You’re catching feelings already? Or is the great Ivin obsessed with his prisoner?"
He t my gaze as if I was being ridiculous. Well, I know I was being dramatic but anything to get free from his clutch.
"I have an offer for you" he gritted out like he was being forced to say this.
"Sounds like the trailer to a boring horror movie"
"Can I talk?"
"You’re talking" I rembered my finger was still against his hard muscled chest. I quickly realized and threw my hands down, putting them in my waist as if I could beat him up if push ca to shove.
"Work for and get paid one thousand dollars per hour" I paused from my dramatic shaking to ensure I heard him well. Per hour? One thousand? Was he pulling my legs?
"It’s too early to fool around Ivin. I’ll ask Nova for the key to this door tomorrow. It should always be locked so a situation like this doesn’t repeat itself" I noted, leaving him at the door post.
"I don’t fool around and you know that. Are you taking the offer? Yay or nay?" His lips tugged upwards in a self assured smirk.
As much as the offer was tempting I knew there was a catch to this.
"What’s the catch? What am I supposed to do?" I asked carefully, still peering into his mismatched eyes.
"Be my girlfriend"
"Eww. No. Gross. I’ll pass. I an I’d rather die than—"
"Than earn a thousand dollars per hour for weeks? Co on Carrot top, don’t be an idiot. I know your credit score and turning this down would be every bit stupid of you" He paused as if giving a chance to soak it all in before throwing the heaviest bomb. "Unless you’d rather your brother dies from a series of unfortunate accidents"
I fisted and unfisted my hands. I was very tempted to accidentally slap him and blow his head off the sa way he’s suggesting accidentally taking my brother from but it would be a reckless decision. And I have a feeling hitting Ivin would result in more things I don’t want to start right now.
"It’s to your advantage after all. If I start to introduce you to people as soone who is in my debt do you think they would treat you nicely?"
"But you can always return back ho. Release Ivin, I swear on my dead parents’ grave to pay you back"
"Dead parents?" He chuckled like I said Mickey Mouse was into cocaine. "You think your parents are dead?"
"You think my parents are alive?"
I turned his question at him. Ethan had always told our parents died while I was a baby.
There’s an almost faded black and white picture of a couple carrying a baby girl and a young Ethan beside them. He said that was the only picture left after they died and so companies took everything that belonged to them. I never questioned him cause Ethan doesn’t lie, stupid . And now with Ivin’s question I think it’s high ti I start digging but that’s for later, not now.
"I don’t think things Carrot top. I know them. Now are you willing to be my temporary girlfriend pending the ti this whole issue would be sorted?"
"Which issue?" Bla my curiosity I guess.
"Not like it’s any of your red headed business but since you’re already seen with and you might be the next target, I think it’s best you know that a group of deadly assassins has been paid off with huge bounties on Grant’s head to kill him, his family and anyone associated with him" he explained.
His voice was matter of fact about it. Like he was ordering coffee, not telling there were assassins gunning for us.
"How, why, where. Fuck, I just got here. I don’t even know anything. Why should I be targeted?"
"If I drop you off right now you’re as good as dead. The hacker who infiltrated their tech saw a picture of both of us when we got to this ground yesterday already on the site. There’s a bounty on our head"
My mouth went dry. A bounty. On . On us.
"But are we safe? Are we going to die? Is my brother—"
"Your brother should be the least of your worries right now. We are going to hide you ladies to safety while we handle the situation. But pending the ti that you will be locked in with other people threatened because of Grant, it wouldn’t look good if they just saw you as a debtor. Hence the fake girlfriend tag"
"But are you going to be fine? Will you be fine? I an why can’t you hide with us?"
"If I didn’t know you well enough I would think you are perhaps worried about " He smirked.
And I hated how that smirk made my stomach flip.
"No. I’m worried about how the thousand dollars per hour would be paid if you happen to, you know, be unalived" I snarked back even though deep down in I would hate to see anything happen to him.
The idiot is growing on and I hate that.
"Don’t worry about that. Twenty four thousand dollars will be dropped into your account every twelve A.M automatically"
"Alright then. Good luck in killing yourself" I said even though my heart was breaking at the thought of anything going wrong.
"So you’ve agreed to be my girlfriend" he said slowly in a dangerous teasing tone. I double took.
"Fake. Ivin, fake girlfriend. Don’t forget that" I warned him.
He stepped closer to then, closing the space between us until I could feel the heat radiating off his bare chest. My breath caught.
"If you say so darling" he said the word like it was a threat, like it was a promise. "But I can promise you the orgasms won’t be fake"
Silence. Did I hear that right?
My body went molten. Heat flooded between my legs and I opened my mouth to respond, to say sothing sharp and cutting to maintain my defense but before I could speak he already kissed my forehead softly. It was deliberate and so damn possessive.
Then he pulled back and closed the door behind him. I could hear the key turning in the lock.
So the idiot actually had the key all along.
I stood there, fingers touching my forehead where his lips had been, my entire body vibrating with sothing I couldn’t na. My heart was hamring in my chest and my panties were definitely wet and I hated that the most.
Fake girlfriend.
Yeah. This was going to be a problem.
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