Conditions

I'm not sure what it is about him that makes me uneasy whenever he is in my vicinity. That level of anxiety was higher than any anxiety I had ever experienced before. He exudes a sinister aura that makes me want to hate him even more. He appears too young to be a successful businessman, but I'd be lying if I said otherwise. He appears to be in good health.

But I'm not superficial at all. His exterior is not indicative of his interior. I can infer that he is a bad person simply based on the fact that he purchased me from my father.

I have arrived. The question "Why don't you just talk to me?" His brow was furrowed.

I was so irritated that I had to bite my tongue. I am quite skilled at acting tough and unconcerned. Because I didn't immediately respond to his query, he laughed.

Ms. Hampton, I do not simply fuck. He teased me, "I can talk, too."

There was a noticeable gap between my teeth. When he realized how I was feeling, he laughed again. In his living room, he uncurled himself on the couch. Not like me, who can only watch him from a distance like a little thing.

”You won’t talk to me. You lock your self inside your room. So I made my secretary talk to you instead.”

Now that he mentioned that. I thought he’s at his office? Did that woman just lied to me?

I frowned thoughtfully. “There's nothing you can give me, anyway.”

His expression of enjoyment is permanently fixed on his face. After a few moments, he nodded. “Can you reassure me that you're not making this up?”

“Obviously, I am.” Defending myself was what I had to do.

Once he wet his lips, he got to his feet. The abruptness of his actions caught me off guard. Even more so now that he's heading my way.

”I don’t know,” he uttered under his breath.

He knelt down next to me and pressed both of his palms into my sides, causing me to recoil. I tried to hold my breath so I wouldn't inhale his masculine scent. His face is just an inch away, which is close enough to make me uneasy. But I'm as tough as stone. Even though my knees are trembling from the amount of unidentified energy, I maintain a strong facade in front of him.

”I don’t know. Because once that I say you’re done, I won’t gave you your chance anymore. Better grab it while I’m still kind to you, miss.”

His breath is warm. I can feel it in my skin. It smells minty and fresh.

”I don’t need your kindness nor your sympathy.”

A grin formed on his face. Both of our eyes met and we stared at each other. From the corners of my eyelids, through my nostrils, and finally onto my lips, his was a touch drowsy and boastful. He licked his bottom lip, and I gagged.

”What happened to the Alia I’d seen earlier today?” he wondered.

As it stands, he's way too close. Right now, he's crushing me to death.

“You look very weak.” He said softly, "You hold unto me as if I were your saving, and you look very afraid."

Now that he has brought it up, I can't handle it. As if that narrow corridor weren't tight enough for him, he leaned down and whispered in my ear.

You don't want to share anything with me, do you?" Nothing to worry about. I'm going to find out anyhow. After that, he stepped out of my line of sight and stood there, palm on pocket, staring at me.

Finally, some relief.

I didn't sign anything with that old hag. In fact, he's the subject of an ongoing probe right this second. I'll see to it that he gets what he deserves for what he did to you."

Surprised, I guess is the right word. But I have no idea why that sentence has made me so angry.

"What's the use in your knowing that, anyway? Does that concerns you?"

It appeared that he had moved his jaw. “Everything about you concerns me.”

"Oh right! What for? You'd throw him in jail if you found out what he did, right?

Then why don't you lock yourself up, too?" I got a good chuckle out of that.

I got no response from him. My remarks seemed to narrow his eyes as if he were searching for meaning. My gaze from him was quickly averted.

"He signed up as one of your customers."

That statement is not a question. It is unmistakably a proclamation. I let out a long, frustrated sigh.

"Just what does that prove?  As if there were anything you could do about it now. If you place him in a worse case scenario, then my dad and YOU will be in the same boat. So go! Lock him up and I'll be free at last."  I went on a rant.

I got to my feet and was about to make my infamous exit when he grabbed my arm once again.

""I do things in my own way, Emma. Try to keep that in mind at all times."

To be honest, I was at a loss for words. I could care less, to be honest. Certainly my reasoning has rendered his options useless at this point. I pretended to shrug his hands off and continued to ignore him.

Hissing, "Let go," I finally managed to get free.

”I’ll cook for dinner. You didn’t ate lunch,” He mentioned it offhand, "You didn't have lunch."

How he displayed his kinship made me want to punch a wall. Why exactly have we all gathered here?

Inquiringly, "Do I appear like I want to eat, huh?"

He tightened his jaw. “Whether you look hungry or not, you do as you told.”

I let out a huge sigh of exasperation.

"Hadn't I told you already? I've given you a fair shot at airing your grievances, and now it's my turn.""  He squinted thoughtfully.

"That being the case, I require your absence from my presence. Plus, I refuse to have another meal with you.""

The man let out a hearty chuckle. "Nah, I already gave you my time. Now it's too late."

”What?” To which I hissed.

When he realized he had touched me too much, he took his hands off of me. I just stand there, gaping at him.

He then went out of the room after saying, "Go to the kitchen and wait for our dinner."

As I turn my head, I see him storm sulkily into the direction of his kitchen. After a moment of stunned silence, I sighed aloud. Wow, what a life!

After gathering my thoughts for a few minutes, I went into the kitchen to take a quick look around. I caught a glimpse of his stern back at work inside. I didn’t know he cooks. ‘What? Of course, Emma. Why would you know?’ I cursed my self.

I watched him in silence from where I sat on the countertop. I briefly considered slashing his throat with the knife on the counter, but quickly dismissed the idea as too graphic. While the thought of getting even with those who wronged me occasionally crosses my mind, I know that would be a bad idea. Because, really, I'm no better than those bad individuals, am I?

Just seeing how intently he works on his task has given me some time to reflect. A few days have passed since my arrival. Not once did he indicate any sort of interest in me sexually. When he bought me, I assumed he would utilize me regularly.

What I want to know is whether or not he brought a used and abused woman like me because I'm too easy. There may be many more women out there who are more deserving than I am. Classier, more attractive, and more price worthy. In that case, why pick on me?

There were two courses on the menu, both of which he prepared. I tried to act like I wasn't hungry, but his food is just too good. Though it's not easy, I do manage to keep myself under control. As tensions rose, we ate dinner in silence. I could feel his gaze upon me, but I paid him no mind.

I stood after my last bite. “Thanks for the meal.” I uttered coldly.

He set down his wine glass and asked, "Where are you going?"

”My room?”

”You wash the dishes.”

My eyebrows went up. He squinted thoughtfully.

A questioning "And why would I do that?" That is what I stated clearly.

"Because I prepared the meal. When you're done, you'll have to clean up and do the dishes."

I smirked due to annoyance.

"You made me dine with you, so why would I wash the dishes?" The thought of that made me groan.

Both of his eyes are closed as he rubs the end of his nose. It's as though he's attempting to muffle my complaints. Not that I particularly enjoy doing it, but I do need to wash the dishes. What I stated was true, but my intention was only to upset him. He's the one who makes the food and eating plans, so why should I be involved?

And other thing, I hate that I had to obey him. I hate it.

”You wash the dishes since you decide for it.”

He remained silent throughout. When he got up, the chair he was sitting in shook violently from his sudden move. He took hold of my hand and drew me in front of him so that I was facing the table. I was taken aback by the fact that I was unable to pursue my own interests.

When he wanted me to hold the dishes a certain way, he grabbed both of my hands and forced me to do so. Then he got up, and I got up with him, and we brought the stack of plates to the sink and turned on the water. To put it mildly, I was shocked. I felt like I was being controlled like a puppet or a child.

“There." He asked sarcastically, "Easy, isn't it?"

I cannot contain my anger. To hear his tone in that way made me really furious.

”This is one of my conditions. I cook then you do the dishes. Is it too hard? Now stop acting like a kid and do the the fucking dishes while I rest. I had so much of you today, alright?”

After he tapped my shoulders, I could feel him slip off my back. As I watched the water pour out of the faucet, I tightened my fist. Ugh!