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She isn't fucking with me, is she?
Because if she is, I am going to make her regret it.
"You better not try to run." I warn her in a dangerously low tone but to my surprise instead of cowering or laying back, she laughs. She fucking laughs and I just stare at her because her laugh is so fucking beautiful.
But you know what's more beautiful than her laugh?
Her tears.
And I intend to see them soon.
"Obviously I won't run." she says in a bored voice like she would much rather prefer anything but me.
"Where is the guarantee?" I ask, annoyed.
"You blackmailed me. At the very least trust your blackmail material."
She has a retort for everything.
I have decided now.
That. She. Is a fucking pain the ass.
"I know about your hacking gigs too, Erna." I say in a low tone to warn her but instead her eyes roll back as she doubles forward in laughter.
"What's so funny?" I ask, confused.
"The fact that you actually think I would go to such lengths for a mere video when I could live five years of my life without spending any money?" What is wrong with this woman?
"You love money so much?" I ask, because I genuinely want to know.
"Of course, who doesn't?" She says, nonchalantly.
"Me." I answer her hypothetical question and her eyes snap to mine.
"Well then why are you marrying me?"
"To ensure that I get my inheritance."
"And that inheritance is money, you hypocrite." She says in that matter-of-factly voice of hers. Its concerning how in one hour of talking to her, I can literally distinguish between her voices. Fucking shit.
"That inheritance is actually…" my mother's freedom. But I don't say that out loud. "Nevermind. You are coming with me."
"Why would I go anywhere with you?"
"Because we need to get married and we need everyone to believe that we are dating first and madly in love."
"Oh ok." she replies, dazed.
"And I am guessing it won't be much trouble for you considering how your parents don't know anything about you. You must be a good actor, or a liar." Her eyes snap up to mine before I have even finished the sentence. I don't know why I hate the look she is giving me. Like she is accusing me of something. But what did I do? I just told her the truth. And asked her to act.
"You searched up my parents?" she asks in a voice that is as low as a whisper. An angry whisper. Even I can tell that much.
"I kind of had to. Don't you think so too?" I reply. I can't convince her with that excuse when even I, myself, am not convinced.
I don't know or I don't realize what happens in the next second because one moment she is sitting on the bed with me standing by her bedside and in the next I am pinned to the wall behind me with her arm against my neck as she pushes me into it with a strength, she doesn't look capable of. Her other hand moves too fast and in another blink, a small knife is pressed against my neck as she very slowly takes off her arm and I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding. She is fast, strong and fucking angry.
I don't know what triggered her except maybe my mention of her parents. Does she love them so much? Well looks like I am gonna find out.
I release a sigh and she presses the blade harder into my skin.
"My. Parents. Are. Off. Limits." She emphasizes each word with a harder push against my neck.
When I think I have had enough of her dominance, I loop my arm around her waist which is easy since she is standing so close to me. She loses focus for a second and that's the only opening I need as I reverse our positions, not caring about the blade against my neck because I know she won't hurt me. I push her against the wall, releasing all my body weight on her.
In this moment I realize how small she is. She is so slim, so slender and so fucking gorgeous up close especially with her nostrils flaring in anger.
"Let me go." she says, pushing the blade against my skin in warning.
But instead of doing that, I lean forward and without even realizing what I am doing, I take a sniff of her neck. And even though she smells like chemicals, underneath all of them I pick up the scent of roses.
Oh so she loves roses.
And this time its me who loses focus and she takes the chance to push me off of her and I feel something trickle down my neck. Lifting a hand to my neck, I swipe it over the spot and bring it down to see it covered in blood.
She.
Fucking.
Sliced.
My.
Neck.
"You fucking cut me." I look up at her with accusing eyes, and she just shrugs. I don't know what I expected to see in her eyes. Guilt? Shame? Horror?
But my little toy surprises me again when she shows none of those emotions and instead nonchalantly shrugs again and says, "You kind of deserved it." And then her tone turns venomous and she stalks towards me stopping barely an inch away from me. And even though she is shorter than me, she doesn't let that bother her. "Stay the fuck away from my parents. And. Don't. Ever. Touch. Me. Again."
I shrug and say even as the words feel bitter on my tongue, "Its not like I want to."
Her gaze turns hazy before she shakes her head and says, "We are good then."
"And now as for the compensation of you slicing my neck…" I am interrupted with a yawn from her.
"Yeah, do you want me to cut you one more time as your fucking compensation?" I stare at her dazed and when she realizes I am not going to say anything, she adds, "Maybe we could play Death By A Thousand Cuts and see if it actually works."