“I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.” — Mr. Lockwood.
Hard grey eyes moved to my countenance with an intense fervor, sending off sparks as if they wanted me burnt. The confidence of a part of me, was dwindling away by the look on his face, which hardened by the second, his lips pressed together as if to suppress a snarl, his palms balled into fists on either side of his body. His muscles tensed, when he closed his eyes for a second as if to calm himself down.
“Dismissed. People having problems are kindly requested to stay back until we solve the matter, that is.” He flashed his team members a fake smile, a one that they didn’t buy which was clear by the sheer nervousness of their faces while their concerned eyes flickered to me and their lips moved, as if in silent prayer for my life.
Abruptly the team mates stood up, shaking his hand one by one, and proceeded to depart from his house. Tentatively, my scalp prickled with anticipation and I could feel sweat beads forming on top of my forehead, when an exiting Jeremy threw me a puppy dog expression, sticking out his thumb as a sign of good luck. That was it, I was in a slaughterhouse and I was going to be dead.
Reverberant footsteps, when oncr out of our earshot, I saw him move towards me with an infinitesimal movement which suddenly closed off the distance between us. A sharp intake of breath followed from my side, and my heart thumped against my chest, knowing that his face was inches away from mine. His deft fingers placed themselves on the collar of my shirt, when I felt his grip tighten when he harshly pulled me towards him. Damn fuck.
“I gave you a ride, Tobias and you will obey me or else…”, he trailed off, the tone of his voice dropping to a dangerous edge, while his grey eyes glimmered with a particular shine of malice, “the consequences wouldn’t be good for you.”
There was no denying that my breath was stuck in my throat, and words refused to roll off my tongue. His body was pressed against mine in a manner that drove me in a heated frenzy, and I was having an extremely hard time to distract myself when those lips when inches away from mine. “What are you going to do, huh? Keep yourself on a leash, Alexander. This won't work with me.”
The moment the words were out of my mouth, I at once started to regret the fact that I threw them at his face, but there was no backing down now. Raising an eyebrow at my reply, I felt him move his hand from the collar of my shirt to my throat, gripping it harder. Was he trying to choke me to death? To make matters worse, I was heavily turned on because of our bodies being pressed to eachother, but I wasn’t going to show any of it.
“Are you that bad at choking? ‘My sincere consolidances for having a bad sex life with you’ — an ode to your girlfriend, if you have one, yes.” I guffawed, turning my head to the side when a strong blow at the right side of my face, sent me tumbling backwards. Surprised as I was, for getting physically hit, I didn’t show any signs of nervousness. Instead, I straightened out my shirt, gripping his person by his throat.
“You don't want to do this, Harris. Back off.” He seethed through his gritted teeth, clawing at my shirt to make me loosen the grip I had on him, but I scoffed with an unusual tone, sharply yanking him off to the left. “Oh yes?” I questioned, my words giving off a dry sense of humor when he stood back up after his back hit the couch with a sharp ‘oof’.
I tackled him to the ground as soon as he tried to recollect his balance, and we landed with a thud on the floor with me on top of him. Anger was boiling in my head, and all I could see was red. Before I could even realize it, my fist connected with his jaw, as he winced in pain, trying to get me off him. I wouldn’t have gone so far if he wouldn’t have struck me first.
And before I could hit him back, he caught hold of my right leg, twisting it with all the strength he had. The pain shot through my whole body, making me fall off him, and I bit my lip strongly with the front row of my teeth, not allowing any growl to escape. Limping on my leg, I got up quickly, kicking him on his stomach with a tremendous force. “Fuck!” He breathed rashly, not being able to calculate that move as he fell to the ground, curling into a ball.