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Psycho's Mine

"What you gonna do? Force your way out?" He smirked. My eyes widened due to his audacity. "Y-you a$$hole!" I exclaimed in annoyance. Why can't he understand the word no? I saw how his demeanor got dark. His already chinky eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at me. His stance grew predatory, and I blanched. He's being scary. "I am what?" He whispered animosity is on his voice. My tongue got tied as I tried to bite back a curt and failed. He was already walking towards me, but I held my place. I'm not going to show him he can intimidate me. We were just mere centimeters apart now, and his scent invaded my personal space again. "You are staying." He mumbled. His fingers traced the contour of my collar bone before dipping at the hollow on my neck. "And you know that we still have that deal, yeah?" He moved his fingers up my neck and grabbed me by my nape before pulling me close to him. His face hunched closer to nuzzle my neck, and then he started pressing little kisses that made my eyes close. He is seducing me... "We're going to seal that deal sooner or later, Lyubov moya. I hope you're ready." He rasped in my ear right before he bit down. --------------------------------------- Wynter McIver, Queen of the Boardroom. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she always gets what she wants. At 28, her mother pushes her to marry, but she never agreed nor even think about it. She's in her prime life and being tied down is still out of her mind. She had boyfriends before, but none of them could coax her into marriage. But when she met the ruggedly handsome and mysterious Keith Andrew Nagasaki, her thoughts in marriage fled out of the window. At last, she met her knight in an Armani suit, her other half, and she would do anything to have him. But when she discovered his deepest and darkest secret, she didn't know what to do. She was trapped in wanting the man and fearing him. WARNING: R18 Credits to the artist

Raeven_Black · 都市
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The Closure

"Don't you think these cribs are cute?" I cooed at all the baby cribs in front of us. 

Keith, who was next to me, spared a glance at them before looking back at me.

"We can buy them all," he suggested like it's nothing.

"And why would we?" I retorted-- "Only one is enough," --I pointed at the blue crib-- "What do you think of this?"

Keith's eyes narrowed as he scrutinized every detail, "It's fine but I want to hire an artisan to make a crib for us instead."

"What?" I couldn't help but look at him in disbelief.

"I don't trust the quality from the malls and our child deserves the best," he easily responded in a breeze.

"You…" I was at a loss for words.

How do I say this… isn't he spoiling him already? Why would he specifically want his crib to be exclusively designed…

Oh, dear… If he's already like this now then his tendencies would probably get worse in the future.