EMILY'S POV.
I took a step back, but he covered the distance between us in mere seconds. He towered over me, and I tried to push him away, but he held my arm strongly.
"I want us to talk in my room." He said, and I jerked my arm out of his, hard.
"Why can't we talk here? Is there anyone stopping you? Why does a secretary have to go into your bedroom to talk?" I shot at him, and his eyes continued to have that dangerous glint in them.
Then he successfully backed me into the wall. He moved so fast that I couldn't even think. All I did was reverse, trying to get out of his way, and I hit the wall hard. I gave a little pained gasp, and my hand went to the back of my head.
"Why do we have to go into my room to talk? Do you have any cause to question me?" He asked, giving me a condescending look.
"You're despicable, John. What are you implying?" I asked, trying to push him away, but he only came closer, suffocating me.
"That I want you. Do you want to do it here, or in my room?"
I would have slapped him. If only I had enough space to raise my hands to his face, I really would have slapped him.
Was he trying to sleep with me, after cheating on me with his secretaries? Did he think I was just something he could take when he desired? We were no longer engaged, and I had all the rights to my body.
"If you think I'm sleeping with you again, John, then you're delusional, and crazy. I would sleep with anyone else, but you. We are over." I said, firmly, but his hands slid under my skirt, and over my thigh, and I pushed him away quickly. He staggered back, still looking at me with those crazed eyes.
I left the tiny space immediately, looking for some other free place in the office, and his eyes followed me.
"Hello. We're no longer engaged. The marriage has been canceled, and you have no damn reasons to sleep with me. I'm not your puppet, nor am I like your shameless secretaries, who sold their bodies to you. Do you really think I would sleep with you again? You're despicable. Right now, you're one of the creatures I hate the most." I spat at him, feeling rage fill me, with disgust following it, as it crept through all corners of my body.
"Are you just unhappy that you'll never get the chance to marry me again? Are you doing this to make me feel bad because I didn't come after you sweetly?" He asked, and I scoffed.
"Katie saved me from making a grand mistake, or I'd have never seen the beast I would have married. John, I'm more than happy to say that I finally saw your true colors, even though it took me years. Now I see it's funny how we never fought once. This is what you were hiding. You were hiding a monster within you. I wonder if I can hate you more because the hate I have for you is bigger than all the mansions your family owns."
I saw the hurt bloom in his eyes like a bleeding cut. He hated to think that I didn't want him anymore, and it was killing him.
I continued, happy to hurt him, "I'm glad it's sinking in. The only relationship we have now is that of a boss, and a worker. After three years, we're done with each other, and will become strangers. If you ever harass me in the three years I'm going to spend here, I will report you, John. I swear I will take the case to the cops." I threatened, and he scoffed, walking slowly to me.
"You sure have a lot of nerve." He said, slowly, approaching me, and I stood my ground to show him I was daring him to make any indecent move. I was serious about reporting him.
He came closer, and stuck his hands into his pockets.
"You want to report an Alpha to the police?"
"Why not? I've heard of Alphas being imprisoned in packs. Grow up, John. We're not in the Nineteenth or Eighteenth century. You're not an absolute monarch, you're a constitutional monarch, so you also have to respect the rules, and laid down laws. Touch me once, and I'll prove it to you."
"Oh my, Sweetie. Life's going to be a lot harder for you if you behave this way. This is nothing compared to what I have in mind for you. My secretaries are not the only women I have in my life. I have a lot of jealous ones who'll do anything to please me. There are others who are so submissive that they'll fight you to submit to me. I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve to bend you.
"Do you really have to spend your three years in hardship? You can just relax, and take things easier. Who knows, we might fix things up. You only have to return to being the docile Emily I knew. I don't like this current Emily. If you return to being that sweet Emily, I will stop with all the ladies. You won't see any one of them here." He leaned on a shelf, and raised a brow, waiting for my reply.
The look In his eyes seemed like he thought I was cowed. Unfortunately, steel was probably wedged into me while I was being created. The tears might betray me, and I might feel miserable, but I never gave up, no I never backed down.
I couldn't let myself down.
"Unfortunately, I'm not as cheap as you are. Nor will I stoop as low as you have." I spat at him, and the rage flashed dangerously in his eyes. In a second, he was in front of me again, and had torn my shirt open.
I gasped, and he grabbed at my camisole.
"Then, you'll start regretting everything right from this instant." He said, dangerously, and proceeded to rip my camisole apart.
I scratched at his chest, and he pulled back, wincing. He tried to catch me, and pulled at the sleeve of my shirt, managing to rip it, and expose my shoulder. I tried to make it to the door, but he caught my wrist, and tore my shirt, all the way down, as he pushed me to the wall.
Buttons fell on the floor, bouncing, and rolling in different directions.
"Damn you!" I spat, trying to push him away, as he attempted to force a kiss on me. My head turned to the side, as I struggled against him.
Tears sprang to my eyes, as I couldn't imagine what was going to happen next. If he managed to take advantage of me, I would run, and build my life in hiding. I would never stay still if he managed to do such a crazy thing.
He placed his hand on my chin, and it felt like he'd snap my neck when he turned me to face him.
I stepped hard on his feet, and placed both hands on his face, trying to push him away, but he easily bound two of my wrists with one hand.
How the heck did he manage that!?
His face came down upon mine, lips almost meeting…
A knock.
Our heads turned to the door, and I was about to scream, but he placed a large hand on my lips, pushing my head against the wall. The sound died in my throat.
"Who's there?"
"It's Kaye, sir. I have…"
A maid? I was doomed. A maid could do nothing to help.
"Don't distu…"
"Sir. Alpha Lucas is back. He's in the fo yer." She said, and my heart jolted.
Alpha Lucas?
The… the stranger I slept with!?