05

“W-Who?” she stuttered, totally confused as to what he was talking about.

“Your boyfriend” he said through gritted teeth as realization dawned upon her.

Oh.

“Oh” she huffed out “no”

At this, he kept the knife back in his pocket and used it to roughly fist her hair and pull her even close. She hissed in sudden pain as her hands flew to his, to loosen the hold.

“What are you doing!” she shouted while looking around, but everyone was either talking among themselves or just stealing glances at the couple. No one dared to interject.

“You better break up with him” his hold around her hair tightened and his thumb entered her mouth, laying flat on her tongue “or it’ll be the last day he’ll see”

Her body worked on autopilot as her elbow met his hard stomach. He flinched in surprise as his hold loosened and Aria took this opportunity to get out of his death grip.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

She shouted out as the whole room started mumbling. She knew for sure that if journalists were allowed in here they would have eaten her alive with their questions and the blinding flashes of the cameras.

A smirk made its way to his face again as he leaned back on the couch with his legs spread, he rested both his elbows on the headrest. His shirt flexed in the process as the buttons across his chest hung on for dear life.

“As you say, Ms Leighton” that tone was as fake as her eye colour. She huffed and turned while taking out her phone and calling someone.

And soon Kahlil came running with Karl behind him from wherever the hell they were. Kahlil took in her dishevelled hair, her smudged lipstick and her eyes looking dazed. Then his eyes travelled to the huge man on the couch looking at her with a smirk.

He whistled “Someone got lucky tonight”

Aria’s face contorted in an angry expression as she glared Kahlil down “Shut the fuck up, you little brat”. She walked out of the hall without caring for anyone as Kahlil ran behind her.

“What did you do to her, boss?” Karl asked in surprise as he saw their retreating figure.

Abigor looked down at his thumb glazed with light pink as a small smile broke out on his face.

“I showed her a little trailer” he mumbled as he neared the thumb to his mouth and licked it while humming in content.

“Delicious”

“Are you serious?”

“Aria” Abigor greeted with a huge grin on his face.

“What are you doing here?” she asked leaning against her doorframe.

It was 8 in the morning and Aria was just standing in her tank top and shorts while Abigor was standing in his usual 3 piece suit at the front door of her penthouse.

Her bodyguards were no where to be seen again. They were definitely getting fired now.

“I bring gifts” he said as Aria internally groaned. It was too early for his shit.

“No thanks” she replied before trying to close the door again, but his foot in between stopped her from doing so.

“Now Aria, don’t be so rude” he said as he raised his fingers and signalled someone. Aria couldn’t understand who because there was literally no one standing behind him.

But to her surprise, she saw Karl along with two other guards walking towards her door in rhythmic footsteps with huge packed boxes in their hands.

She instantly blocked their way as they tried to enter her house “Woah, stop. I’m not taking them”

Abigor’s brows furrowed “There are dresses and jewellery in there” he said in a confused tone as Aria gritted her teeth.

“Good for you! You should wear them!”

Anger surfaced, as he yanked her away from the doorframe “These are gifts from me, so just shut up and take them”

Karl and his minions entered the house and placed the boxes on the glass table.

“I TOLD YOU I DON’T WANT THEM!” she shouted in disbelief.

“AND I TOLD YOU WHEN I GIVE SOMETH-“

“What’s all this ruckus in the morning?” their shouting was interrupted by a sleepy voice and a yawn.

They looked at the direction to see Kahlil rubbing his eyes and looking at their direction questioningly “H-Holy shit” he stuttered once he realized who was standing there.

And Abigor’s anger knew no bounds. His head snapped back at her as he glared at her with pure madness “Get him out of here” he ordered calmly to which Karl nodded and started escorting Kahlil out.

“But I just woke up!” he whined as Karl dragged him out along with the other two bodyguards.

As soon as the door clicked, Abigor’s hands flew to her jaw and clutched it tightly while slamming her against the wall, making her hiss in pain.

“I fucking told you to break up with him!” he roared at her face as her eyes squeezed shut at the sudden impact.

“And I fucking told you no!” she shouted back as a humorless chuckle left his mouth.

“No?” he questioned as her eyes flew open and she nodded.

“It wasn’t an option baby” he whispered as he placed a harsh kiss on her thin neck, making her shiver and clutch onto his suit “When I say something you do it”

“N-No” her answer wavered and his grip on her jaw tightened. He noticed a small adhesive bandage on her neck from when the knife dug at her skin yesterday.