Page 53 of The Heir

Her chest heaves with emotion and surprisingly, the color just keeps getting deeper and deeper in her face.

"Yes. I knew." Emotion swells in me so abruptly that I take a step back, uncomfortable with it's intensity. Not able to look at her, I fold my arms, pacing to the fireplace to inspect the drawing we did together. My most treasured possession. "I did it because there was no way in hell I was going to let you get engaged to that man, baby."

"Stop calling me that!" Isobel yells, drawing my gaze back to hers. She takes a couple of bold steps towards me, her eyes flashing dangerously."What is this room?"she hisses, looking around again. As she turns, the sunlight shifts through the window and slants across her face, highlighting her hazel eyes. She turns her eyes to mine again. "What are you playing at? Hendrix, you're-you're really scaring me!"

Her lips tremble and I break, striding forward to go to her. I need to hold her. Convince her somehow that she's going to be okay. "There's nothing to be scared of Izzy-"

"Oh my fucking God-" Isobel moans, putting a hand to her head. "This can't be happening to me.Are you really fucking keeping me here? Are you serious?"Her face pales, making the freckles on her nose stand out. Concerned, I reach over to snatch a waste basket, thinking she's going to be sick. "For what?" she gasps, barely getting the words out.

"Because-" I begin, but I can't get a word in as she's quickly interrupting me.

"Forsex?Because you want to fuck me?"

Dropping the waste basket to the floor I reach for her, my eyes narrowing as she backs away so fast she knocks her head on the shelf behind her. I stop about five feet shy of her, seeing she's freaking out."Baby, give me the vase before you break it, or hurt yourself-"

"Answer the fucking question!"she screeches, clutching at the vase so hard it's nestled deep in her breasts.Just then, a weight winds it's way around my ankles, drawing both of our gazes down to the beautiful white feline who is rubbing against my legs. Her jaw drops.

"You even got the cat I was looking at a few weeks ago?" she half whispers, her eyes flying to mine.

"Yeah," I shrug my shoulder sheepishly. "I wanted you to have your heart's desire." It's really that simple. I bend down to pet her soft fur and glance up at Isobel, hoping that by making myself smaller Isobel will calm down. "Her name is Sweetie."

Our gazes clash, and an eerie hush falls over the room. Sweetie goes over to Isobel and begins to roll all over her feet next. But Isobel looks thoroughly in shock.

Her eyes are wild, her hair is slightly rumpled and flowing over the sides of her face and shoulders. Even being swallowed up by my clothes she's adorable. I keep my eyes hard on hers, refusing to be distracted by her body. "Hendrix," she says in the most deathly quiet and serious tone I've ever heard come from her."I asked you what am I here for?"

Tilting my head, I clear my throat and narrow my eyes, letting her know I mean business because this isn't a game, nor something I wish to be screaming over all morning.

"Because, Isobel, I'm going to make you my wife."

I swear I think the entire world draws to a stop at the look that comes over her face.

"Your wi-"Cutting off her words she takes a step back and rocks her body slightly away from me, looking me up and down as if she thinks I'm crazy.

Seeing I'm not bluffing, Isobel's brows raise before she turns swiftly, putting the vase back on it's shelf and then pivoting back around to walk to the bedroomdoor. When she gets close to me I shoot out my arm, slapping a hand against the fireplace and stopping her in her tracks. She makes a small sound in her throat as she draws to a sudden halt and just stands there, staring at my forearm.

"Where do you think you're going?" I ask her quietly. "We're not done with our conversation."

We stand there in silence for a minute straight while we both wait each other out.

Her eyes are angry as she keeps her gaze pinned on my arm. "King, you cannot keep me here-"

"Isobel, it is already done-"

"Nothingis done.This is a sick fucking game and I am ready to leave-"Her voice raises slightly, causing me to raise mine as I speak over her. Pissed that she still refuses to look at me.

"And I told you last night that thisisyour home. You are where you belong, Isobel. We will be married-"

"Hendrix, you cannot force me to marry you! That isillegal. This is kidnapping-"

"This is the King Dynasty way!" I snarl down at her feeling my patience slip. Her eyes finally snap to mine, but I have no time to feel any sense of relief before I see they're filled with rage.

"Ohhhh, I see. TheKing Dynastyway, huh?" Her lips tighten as she backs up a couple steps. Her demeanor slowly changes into the one she had last night right before she fucked up her ex's apartment. "Well guess whatHendrix King,my ancestors heard the same thing when they were busy dealing with fuckingslav-"

"You will not finish that sentence, Isobel!" Pushing off the fireplace I take a warning step forward, raising my hand and pointing at her, ignoring her hastily stepping back. "You haveonemore time to carelessly insinuate that I'm a racist!" I warn her in a rough tone, feeling my blood pressure skyrocket."I am not! And it is highly insulting!"

I'm so goddamnover it.

My cock hurts, my patience is thin, and I'm fighting everything in me to not throw her on her bed and have my way with her.

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