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Enzo, the traitor, runs away as if his tail is on fire, and I brace myself for impact.
Even though this was fun in the morning, and I loved getting his attention, by this time of day, I was properly sick and tired of his toxic attitude, and Landon was about to hear it all.
I stand up straight, squaring my shoulders, and push his door with a forceful shove. “What is it this time, your Highness?”
His eyes narrow to seething slits, and he all but growls at me. “What did you just say?”
“What you heard. I’ve been taking your shit the whole day, and I’m just about done and well-fed up with it. So, what the hell is your problem today?” As soon as the last word is out of my mouth, he is out of his chair in a flash and pounces toward me like a real wolf to his pray.
Landon comes to me with such brutal force that I start backing up until my back hits the wall, and I have no means of escape.
Crap.
Maybe I did poke the beast a bit too much. Too far.
He places both of his strong, muscled arms on either side of me, further caging me to the wall. I can see the veins on his hands nearly popping with the force he is putting on them. His steel eyes are almost black. Demon black and trained on my green ones. His jaw is clenched too tight, and I’m afraid for his teeth; they are sure to break form the pressure he is putting on them.
But the worst is the pure anger radiating off him; it’s cutting off my oxygen, and I’m not sure when was the last time I took a breath. His own breathing is heavy and shallow.
We have been standing like this for mere seconds, but I swear, it feels like hours have passed. Agonizing hours that suffocate me.
Oh my God, I am actually terrified of the man. Yet I am perversely hypnotized by him, by his enigma. I couldn’t escape his death glare even if I tried.
It’s like I wanted his control to snap. As if I was waiting and anticipating it the whole day. Whole two weeks.
I am so messed up. I need help.
I need someone to cure me off this man, get him out of my head, his scent out of my nose, his voice out of my ears. My obsession with him isn’t healthy, and it will lead me to trouble.
Because no matter how hard I pretend to hate him. I don’t. And he will crush me.
But am I doing anything to escape?
No, no, I am not. I am patiently waiting for what comes next.
“You,” he simply says, and I blink a few hundred times, trying to remember the last thing we talked about before this whole wall incident happened.
I’m drawing up blank. This demon wiped my brain clean.
“Me what?”
“You are my problem. Your freaking presence is my problem. Your no-bullish attitude is my problem. Your enchanting green eyes are my problem. You. Are. A. Problem.”
I gasp. Or maybe hick up. Or perhaps I’m finally slipping and falling to the ground because I haven’t taken a single breath of air since he caged me in.
I heard this right, right? I am his problem?
I finally will my body to take a breath. Big mistake. The air is filled with his scent, and I get more lightheaded. But the fire he awoke in me is keeping me grounded.
How dare he say I am his problem? I try to stay away from him, I don’t snap back, and I just do whatever he asks of me, and he had the audacity to be mad at me?
Oh, I am well and truly angry. Furious.
I shove at his hard chest; needless to say, he doesn’t even budge. I shove again and again, hitting his stone chest.
“Get away from me. How dare you say I am your problem? I take your crap and do as you please every damn day. I am a fantastic assistant, and you won’t find anyone better. So, you know what? Screw you.” I try to sneak away from him, but he pins me by my shoulders back to the wall.
“You weren’t listening, Kitten.” Wait, what? He hasn’t used that nickname in two weeks. “I said you are my problem, not the job you do. Your mere presence is messing everything up. It’s messing up my carefully crafted system. And I don’t like that. I need my system. But you are hell-bent on ruining it, aren’t you?”
