Page 6 of Free-Falling
His warning made my body shiver. What the fuck? Maybe it’s because he’s a male and I’m a vulnerable female who just wants to forget… Yeah, I’m going with that explanation. “I didn’t hit you.” I say, my voice muffled in his tight hold.
He scoffs. “No, but you bit me. Right in my nipple. It’s only fair I return the favor.”
“Wha—.” I feel Jagger’s teeth on my neck. His teeth nip at my neck causing my body to jolt as if I’ve just been electrocuted. My eyes flutter.
“Yeah, I thought so. Tell me, Ains, do you fuck like you fight?” Jagger asks me that and then lets me go abruptly. “Come in, Mrs. Hanlon, welcome to your playroom.”
I side eye him as I take a tentative step into the penthouse. I didn’t know when the other people got off or the second the elevator dinged. That’s not good. I don’t like the way this animal bit me. I glare at Jagger, “fuck you.” I say. I need my normal to come back.
Jagger rolls his eyes. “Don’t you wish, Ains. Don’t you fucking wish?”
I lift my bag, ready to throw it at him and he cocks his brow. I remember his warning, which makes me place the bag down. “Where’s my room?”
Jagger smiles knowing he won this round. “Come, my little wife our room is down this way.”
“Our?”
“Yup.” He replies, his p making an extra pop. “I need a warm body to sleep next to and I guess yours will do. Although, it’s not much.”
I growl. “Where’s the fucking booze? You get on my fucking nerves. I would never fuck you, Jagger.”
Jagger smirks. “Shall we check your panties, Ains?”
I glare at him. “Fuck off, you pervert.”
“How am I a pervert when you practically moaned the second I bit your tongue? You’re the pervert, you haven’t stopped looking at my dick from the second we walked in here.”
I release a frustrated scream and march to the nearest couch. The dark grey, beige and cream-colored schemes in what I can see from the angle of his open space penthouse makes me want to tell him, it’s amazing, but fuck that. I cross my arms, staring at the turned off flat screen on the wall.
Not too long after that, Jagger drops a drink on the glass coffee table in front of me. “You know you need to turn it on, for you to watch something, right, idiot?”
I grab my glass contemplating on whether I should throw the drink in his face or drink it. I choose the latter, drinking the shit down like its water. It burns my chest and whatever nonexistent chest hair I thought I had, but it feels good. “Shit! What is this?”
“Whiskey, little person. Now drink up.” He says pouring me another.
I drink this one slowly. I hold my glass in both hands. I look up at Jagger, “Thank you.”
“You’ll pay me back for that.” He answers.
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean. For downstairs. Thank you for not being…you.”
Jagger chuckles, shaking his head. “That was me. You just don’t know me, asshole. Just because I treat you like shit doesn’t mean I treat everyone else the same.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What the hell does that even mean?”
“It means I treat you just the exact way you treat me. You’ve always treated me like shit so why would I treat you like anything else?”
“What?”
Jagger drops the bottle on the table. “Here you go, enjoy. I need to go make sure our families didn’t fucking kill Layla.”
Jagger walks out, leaving me in his penthouse alone. What does he mean he treats me like how I treat him? He’s always been mean to me.
Jagger
I stand there, nodding as my father glares at me.
“She’s fine. Layla took the money and get off the Island.”
