*SUNDAY... continued*
The beautiful man yells, storming towards Mr.Valos and I, "WHY could I smell your pheromones, Mr.Valos, from THREE STORIES ABOVE?!!!" Mr.Valis releases me immediately, and I stumble back before regaining my posture. Scarily, this man doesn't look or sound angry at all. He seems as if he's just following a script...
"M-Mr.Rowan sir, I..," Mr.Valos pales. And so do many others in the room.
That's when I realize... it WAS very strange when I reacted so strongly to just an alpha's face in my neck; yes it was terrifying, but I should've been able to move. Mr.Valos was using pheromones, strongly. I couldn't smell them because of my beta characteristics, but because I'm somewhat... similar to an omega in some ways, my body reacted to the pheromones even though it was unconscious.
I was right; Mr.Valos is a disgusting existence. Mr.Rowan seems to agree.
"I don't want to hear a word from you, Mr.Valos. No need to pack, I'll take your employee ID and will have your personal items sent to your home. There will be no severance pay since you've disrupted my work day," Mr.Rowan glares heavily. Mr.Valos's eyes turn down and he can't walk away fast enough- he's almost jogging.
Quite a few moments past before I have the courage to talk.
"E-Excuse me Mr. Rowan, sir, thank you for-"
Mr. Rowan spins around, looking down his nose at me. He seems to be angry for real this time, like he's not following a script, but like he's really and truly annoyed with me, and I have no idea why. It's honestly very intimidating and a bit angering to me. I know it's stupid to get irritated with a man like this but I can't help it. Something about him just pisses me off and I don't know why. It's probably his handsome face.
I open my mouth to ask him why he's angry with me, but before I can do anything he grabs my hair and drags me out of the room, everybody staring but nobody helping. I yank with all my might against his hands, but he doesn't listen. I'm starting to get very, very, very angry. I don't know why but I really, really want to punch him in the face; it's probably because he's dragging me by the hair like I'm not even a human. But at the same time I'm a bit scared because he's strong and handsome and he seems to be like a very powerful man. And he seems a little bit -if I might say- like a psychopath.
Finally, I put my foot down even though it hurts so much with my hair in his hands. Once I stop, he turns around with a nasty glare still marking his face.
"I'm sorry sir," I say, glaring. "But I still don't see the issue that made you have to pull my hair and drag me out of the room. What did I do? Because this is wrong and I don't know why you have to be such an a*****e about it. Exactly why do you have to use my hair? You could've just grabbed my wrist! I'm in a lot of pain you see, so if you could kindly let go, a*****e, and leave me alone, I will leave this building. I am not willing to be here if this is the way I'm going to be treated. Goodbye."
Mr. Roman looks very annoyed until I hit halfway through my speech. Then he starts to actually look pissed and I don't really like that. It's very -I don't know- it just makes me feel disconcerted. Why does he have the right to be mad in a situation like this? He has everything. He seems very smart, handsome, large- doesn't need to worry about people attacking him on the streets. So I try and make away but he doesn't let me, again. He only seems to hold on tighter. Seriously, is this guy mental or something?
"What's your name?" he asks.
I stare at him like he's crazy. "What the hell? You just grab my hair drag me out of a room and you don't even know my name?" I stare at him incredulously. Of course I already knew his name, and I'm not at all surprised that he didn't know mine, but still... "I'd like to leave now, so can you please let go." I don't phrase it like a question; more like I'm ordering him. And in all honesty, i have the right to order him to let me go.
Annoyingly, he doesn't view this situation in the same way. "I don't think so," he says as if pondering his own words.
"Why the hell not?" I ask, ready to punch him.
"Because I've taken an interest in you."
Fear trickles in. This is not going the way I'd like. I really want to get out of here now. "What the hell? What the f**k- what the f**k?!"
Why do you need to take an interest in me?
Before I can ask this last part, I'm yanked forward by my hair and my head is tilted up, and his lips crash into mine. They're warm and wet and rough; I feel my lips swelling already. It almost hurts. I struggle and gasp but he won't let go. I scream into his mouth and he still won't let go. Suddenly, he pulls us apart and I gasp for breath while holding onto his shirt but all I really want to do is run away. Of course he won't let me. As soon as I turn he grabs both of my wrists. Then he grabs me around the waist with one arm, the other hand keeping my wrists secure.
"What the fuck? Let me go, let me go!!!" I kick him in the shin, almost manage to head-butt him, but he won't let go. It works this way until we come to the elevator, where he clicks the button for the thirty-ninth floor. I try to take my chance to run away, but he slams me into the elevator wall, and I forget how to breath for a moment.
"Let... GO!" I gasp, then spit at him. It lands on his cheek.
I see no change of facial expression as I wait for his reaction. I see the backhand flying almost as soon as it hits my cheek.
"Ah!" I yell shortly. It hurts, I think I may be seeing white spots.
"Scum shouldn't spit. It only makes them more disturbing." I hear these words, and as I gain my composure once more, I realize Mr.Rowan was the one to speak.
"Are you calling me scum, a*****e?" I mumble.
He nods in confirmation. I breath in sharply through my nose. He's lessened his grip on my wrists after hitting me, so as fast as possible I wiggle my right wrist loose, pull back my arm and punch him straight in the eye. He stumbles a bit before once again tightening his hands around my wrists. Once again he pulls my head back by my hair, pulling out a few strands, I'm sure. The elevator doors open and I see that it leads into one full room. I guess he has one full floor to myself... but then I start to get worried. Why would he ever have a floor to himself? Who is he? A simple Searan worker wouldn't have that. And why the hell am I here...