Page 221 of Hate to Love You
Jesus, something has him on edge.
“Maybe I do, actually,” I snap back.
“I have some shit I have to handle, and you’re going to come with me.”
“Why the hell would I want to go anywhere with you?”
“I don’t give a shit about what you want to do,” he snorts. “I can’t leave you alone. Especially after catching you nearly killing Oleg.”
“I never actually admitted to that,” I shrug.
He walks toward me, forcing my legs apart, his fingers firmly grip my chin as he presses his lips to mine.
“You lie so prettily.” He whispers against my lips, as my pulse races.
I would be lying if I didn’t say I wanted to fuck him again already, something about this man was a drug.
“Something has come up, and I have to pull the men,” he says as he pulls away, walking round the side of me.
“Good. Take them. I don’t fucking need them, anyway,” I snap. “As I’ve already told you, I’m not some helpless doll that needs protection, Mr. Antonov.”
“I know that, Abby. That’s not what this is about.”
He picks up his shirt, and dusts it off before throwing it over his shoulders. However, when he looks down and sees that all the buttons have been ripped off, he sighs, and I have to fight the wicked grin pulling at my lips.
Despite the incredible sex we just had, he suddenly looks tired, and slightly…worried.
“Roman… what’s going on?” I ask.
“Just get dressed,” he sighs, picking up his phone again. “We’re leaving in ten. And that’s not a fucking request.”
I flick my wrist, looking at the time.
5:58 a.m.
That gives me an idea…
If Mr. Bossy CEO thinks he can order me around, making all my decisions for me, then I’m going to teach him a lesson.
“Twenty minutes.” I state.
“What?”
“I need a shower, and time to get ready. So, actually make it an hour,” I say as I jump down from the workbench.
“Fine,” he grunts.
I feel Roman’s cum run down my thigh as I smooth my skirt down my legs.
“Go get ready to go.”
“Okay, babe,” I smirk, closing the door behind. “Have a nice shower.”
I wave at him.
“What did you—” He looks at me, his head tilted to the side as all of a sudden, the greenhouse sprinkler system turns on, dousing him in water.
“What the fuck, Abigail!”