THIEF

"Would you let me go?" I shriek as his grip on my arm tightens. I try to wretch his hand off of me as he pulls me along with him. His grip doesn't loosen in the slightest bit. I'm worried his fingers are going to leave marks on my arm by the time he is done dragging me along with him. In my fantasies when he dragged me along with him I actually loved it, and even with the tingles that flew from where his fingers came in contact with my skin, I'm not sure I like it very much.

He pushes open an empty rest room, which I hoped was a gender neutral restroom, I was not in the mood to see naked men.

He flings me into the thankfully empty restroom and clicks the door shut behind him. I rub my red wrists from where his nails had made a permanent imprint on me.

"What was that for?" I hiss.

My heart was pounding furiously in my chest, this was happening in real life, maybe he was about to throw me against the counter and have.. STOP Sally! I cannot let him know that I was secretly enjoying this.

"You know exactly what it is for." His eyes flashed in irritation.

I blink, okay what the hell? He was definitely not here to act out my fantasies.

"I don't have the faintest clue what you are on about, and it is rude to drag a girl into a restroom and practically throw her inside. Didn't your mother teach you that?"

He barked out a horrid laugh, startling me.

"My mother? Rude? Those are rich coming from you, didn't your mother teach you not to steal?"

My brows furrow.

"What? Are you calling me a thief?"

He narrowed his eyes, the anger in his eyes could melt a freaking metal statue.

"I knew you would pretend to not remember. Classic. I need to search your bag." He pointed to my purse. I clutch it to my chest.

"I think you have the wrong person."

Rich people were all sorts of crazy. I can't believe I was even the slightest bit attracted to this guy.

He scoffed,

"So you are saying you didn't steal from me?"

I jut out my chin,

"Of course I didn't. What do you take me for?"

"Prove it. Let me search your bag."

I was running late, I'm sure my phone had a million missed calls from Krystal and everybody else at work, and this piece of work would not let me leave until he was satisfied, the door was even locked behind him, that is if I suddenly developed super powers that would help me move him out of the way. He was packing muscles and was twice my height.

Sighing, my choices were to let him satisfy his sick pervy tendencies and let me go on his own violation. I dump my bag in front of him and take a step back. His eyes go from my bag to me, he looked smug. I scoff.

He poured the contents on the table in front of him, ruffling through my stuff for whatever he was searching for. I cringed inwardly as he sees my bunched up clothes from last night, his brows fly into his hair as he sees this, he even had the nerve to scoff. I ignore him? He has no idea what was going on.

Finding nothing he pushes his fingers through his hair. Then as if by a stroke of luck he finds the ring I slipped off Craig's finger last minute.

"I doubt that you are married."

I snatch it from him and start to put my clothes that smelled like sex back into my bag.

"I fail to see how any of that is your concern."

"Actually it is. I thought you took it because you wanted a way for me to contact you again, but it seems you take anyone you find your hands on."

My brows wrinkle in confusion and i turn to face him, ready to spiel a long speech on how horrible his manners are since he poured my stuff out and didn't have the common sense to put them back, and even how he didn't apologies.

"If this is how you pick your women you need work."

He looked at me like I grew a thousand heads.

"I don't pick up thieves."

That one rammed straight into my heart.

"What the hell are you talking about??" I couldn't suppress the anger in my voice anymore.

"That ring. I know for a fact that your name isn't Craig. So you stole it."

Okay he got me there.

"Yeah, and my boyfriend might be Craig, did you even think of that?"

He nods as if he did think of it.

"Yeah, that would make sense if you didn't also steal my ring."

My mouth goes dry. Nobody ever knew I swiped their ring. And I never thought of it as stealing, it was swiping to me, and it's not a problem if they can replace it any second.

"I didn't steal your ring." I say once I gathered my momentum.

"You took a lot of time before answering, as if thinking of your response."

He doesn't know I took it. He's just suspecting me. I square my shoulders.

"Do you have any definite proof that I took your ring?"

He falters.

"No, but I know.."

I don't let him finish, "And you accosted me, poured my things on the toilet sink, accused me, and called me a thief because you suspect me?"

"Do you know how late I am for work? Do you even care? Of course you don't. You are one of those selfish rich pricks who only thinks about themselves."

He blinks.

"I only wanted to confirm what I think, and this.. "

"OH MY GOD! You still doubt me? After all of this?" I gesture wildly to my scattered items.

He adjusted his tie with his fingers. He was starting to look uneasy now. Good.

"This won't do. You will explain to my boss what just happened and how YOU made me late, I won't be losing my job over this." I cross my hands over my chest.

He cleared his throat, he was looking so confident anymore and i liked that. I lived for this moment.

"I.. I will talk to your boss."

I shove everything into the bag. No need arranging them anyway.

"You better."

He starts to unlock the door, when I stop him.

"And for defamation of character? What are you going to do about that? You called me a thief remember?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, my heart jumps into my mouth once more.

"I will make sure I prove that I am right. That you are indeed a thief."