Page 7 of The Dark Obsession

There’s no way.

None at all.

Maybe outsmarting him might be my best chance, but it’s getting really hard to think straight with his intense gaze tracking my every breath.

“Like what you see?”

Of course he didn’t miss the way my eyes were rowing over his frame. But that was only to assess my apparent enemy. Definitely not because of the raw masculinity emanating from his every pore.

The arrogant bastard.

I quickly shuffle to the opposite side of the bed from where he’s standing, backing away without letting him out of my sight.

Leaping out of bed to put some much-needed distance between us, I almost trip over a blanket in the process.

That’s when I realize that I’m barely wearing anything.

Great.Kill me now, please.

With shaky hands I grab an oversize hoodie from the floor, pulling it over my head to cover as much of myself as possible.

“Come on, princess.” The man actually chuckles. “Let’s get moving.”

Taking a deep breath, I try calming my raging heartbeat.

“What do you want from me?” My voice doesn’t falter once.

“Right now, for you to grab some essentials and follow me. We can discuss the long-term arrangements on the way.”

“No, I’m not leaving.” I say with conviction I don’t truly possess.

“That’s not up to you now, little one.” He commands with unquestionable authority, not needing to resort to aggression like I expected him to.

His posture seems relaxed, his hands resting leisurely in his pockets like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

“I’m not doing anything, much less going anywhere until you explain this.” I motion between us, refusing to back down.

“Alright, I need you to pack your clothes and anything that holds emotional value. I’ll buy everything else you need since you won’t be coming back here.Got it?”

All this time, his unnervingly black eyes haven’t left me. I’m not even sure if I’ve even seen him blink.

“What I meant is why are you doing this to me?” I breathe.

“You wanted an explanation. Never did you specify what it was you wanted to know.”That bastard can’t be serious.

When I open by mouth to argue, he beats me to it.

“We can do this the hard way if you insist.” The man palms the gun at his hip for emphasis.

There’s an edge to his voice this time, an edge I don’t want to get too close to in case I’ll cut myself.Deeply.

Leaving me with no other option but to give into his intimidation tactic.

For now.

Upon seeing the resignation in my eyes, he reaches underneath my bed, pulling out an old duffle bag I never really got to use.

Wait, how did he know it was there?

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