Possession by KATHLEEN HAYAT (best fiction novels TXT) 📖

He let out a throaty chuckle making her slowly look at him. "I'm not only obsessed princess, I'm fucking addicted to you." He mused, making her heart start drumming in her ears with so much wildness that she thought it would burst out of her ribcage.

Only if he wasn't the egoistic, obsessive, arrogant, bully, ridiculously possessive and psychotic of a man.

The way he was saying everything and the way he was presenting his obsession towards her, looked scary and needy at the same time.

Now she didn't even know if she would ever be able to get herself free from his obsession or whatever it was.

The waiter came and took their orders and their food arrived within minutes. She was eating less and playing more with the food and he was observing it all.

"When will you get back at university?" He asked her, making her shrug her shoulders while still looking down and then all of a sudden she realised about her picture that he had so she immediately spoke up. "F-from Monday." She stuttered and he didn't like to see her scared of him at all but then again, what he has done other than scaring her?

"You look hot in this dress." He spoke intentionally making her emerald eyes shoot up to his as she blinked several times. This was the decent of all the dresses she could find. Emma had gifted it to her on her last birthday but she never got the chance to wear it until today and the dress was decent, which looked nothing as hot and yet he was saying such a thing. Lord knows what he would've done if she had worn something hot!

She didn't feel like saying thank you to him because his compliments didn't get liked by her.

"Red looks passionate on you." He mused again. His eyes looking at her made it difficult for her to swallow her food. She didn't dare to mutter a word to him at that.

She kept her eyes down and started eating her food hurriedly making him let out a chuckle.

"W...why did you force me? Y..you could've tried to approach me normally." She said with a gulp.

"That was normal. That is the correct way of approaching, it was you who didn't react how you were supposed to react. With you everything is not normal. You do everything opposite to what I've known." He said, drowned deep in thoughts.

Isabelle was thankful  to the guitarist who stood a few feet away from their table as he played soft music. She didn't feel alone and as a prey.

From the looks of it, it was clear Blade wanted to spend more time there with her but she didn't. 

The ride back home was silent, he didn't do anything, he didn't force himself on her, and it didn't feel like reality to her at all. As soon as he parked his car in front of her building, she was about to open the door but it was locked. 

She gulped and then looked at him. Her heart in her throat as she slowly turned around to face him. "O-Open the door." She stuttered.

"You are forgetting something, princess." He mused, making her look at him weirdly.

"I... I don't think so." She said with a gulp as Blade ever so slowly placed his hand on the back of her seat head, intimidating her.

"I want you to save my number." He said ever so casually and her heart started to drum wildly.

"I... I...umm you can note down my number on your phone." She said with a lot of courage.

Submissive again!

Her behaviour wasn't settling well with Blade. 

"Show me your phone, Belle." His voice thick and demanding as all the blood drained out of her system.

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