Chapter 3 The Desicion

• —What's wrong, my heart, are you scared?
• His voice once again froze my blood. He had disheveled hair covering his hard and cruel face. And those intense blue eyes foretold more misfortune than goodness.
• He could be beautiful but he was frightening. His sinister appearance was masked by his beauty.
• His blue eyes at this moment caught my attention again, and they were icy. He had a personality as cold as an iceberg, and my hair stood on end just seeing him cross his legs with studied elegance. Fully aware of the satanic effect he could have.
• —Did you plan all of this?… Did you set a trap for me?
• My voice wanted to tremble almost as much as my hands were, but I didn't allow it. That kind of weakness couldn't be exposed at that moment.
• He showed his teeth, so white that their brightness could be mistaken for silver daggers that could kill with one precise blow.
• That man was as beautiful as he was deadly… an angelic devil.
• —You couldn't guess my plans even in a million years” He confessed with absolute certainty and left the bag with the weapon of the crime on the table. He tapped the wood with his index finger, creating a terrifying soundtrack - although there is some similarity among them.
• His answer scared me so much that I walked backwards and leaned against the wall. My poorly disguised strength reached its limit there.
• —Are you planning to kill me? —I asked with little energy.
• —I will never answer that —he pronounced cruelly, without a negative response to such a harsh question. An attempt at a bizarre smile appeared on his mouth, hidden behind his true intentions.
• A phone rang, and I didn't even realize it was mine until I saw that he had it in front of him. I went to grab it, and his hand stopped mine, connecting our gazes as our fingers brushed against each other.
• Despite the turmoil of the situation, I felt myself burn with his touch. He projected both cold and heat, like a demon who could take you from ice to fire in one single gesture.
• He stood up and was so tall in front of me that I had to look up to meet his eyes. Our hands still in the same place. Our eyes completely locked in the same visual connection, and our breaths uneven… Him serene and me restless.
• —Tell whoever it is that you will leave the town for a few days, that a relative will lend you the money for your debts, and you will come back when you have it —he saw the doubt on my face and continued —, if you do otherwise, you will go to jail tonight, for much more than murder.
• In that moment, I felt trapped inside a spider's web, one that I couldn't even see but could feel spreading further and further, entangling all my limbs.
• This man, as sexy as he was demonic, had marked me for such a macabre fate that I couldn't escape from him, even without knowing the rules of his game.
• —Patri...!
• I tried to sound as calm as possible as I snatched the phone and greeted my friend —I was about to call you right now —I didn't even let her speak before reciting everything that this strange man who had burst into my life had demanded of me, with great intentions of staying until he completely drained me… who knew what —.I will leave the city for a few days, I was able to contact a distant relative who will give me the money to cover everything, and I have to go get it. I'll call you as soon as I'm back.
• While I spoke, he looked at me, right in front of me, not touching me but I felt him inspecting my whole body and nodding with each word I said, obedient to his command.
• —Who do you think you are to leave and have someone else do your job for you?
• When I heard his demanding voice, I knew that Román, my boss, had used his wife's phone to call me.
• The man in front of me hardened his square jaw, adorned with a sensual beard, and gave me the certainty that he was listening to what Román was saying.
• I sighed, and before I could answer, I saw Mr. McGregor extending his hand, asking for my phone.
• I had no choice but to give it to him, and as he brought the device to his ear, never breaking eye contact with my green eyes while I stared into his blue ones, he said forcefully…
• —She will never work for you again. Don't ever dial this number again —that voice was cold again, and this time threatening too —...never.
• And he hung up right after saying that word.
• He stared at my lips for longer than I would have liked, and concluded…
• —From now on, you belong to me. Every step you take. Every word you say. Every gesture you make, is mine —he slowly ran a finger down my cheek and I moved away. He did too before uttering a —. ¡Let's go!
• He signaled for me to walk, and I turned to leave and obey. I let out a sigh and stopped.
• My nature prevented me from doing what he had demanded.
• Someone with my indomitable character didn't obey so easily, and I don't like being given orders, especially if I don't know what they're for.
• I suddenly stopped and he collided into my back, putting his hands on my hips, almost making me jump from the sensation, but I didn't allow it either.
• I couldn't let a man who was doing to me what he was doing, provoke feelings in me, beyond hatred and repulsion.
• —What do you want from me? I turned around before continuing, and he kept his distance at zero —.I'm not going to go with someone I don't know, to who knows where and who knows for what.
• He looked at me with superiority. Knowing that he knew things that I would never know and that he would never say.
• —You're not in a position to demand anything, Loreine.
• He knew my name. He knew so much about me that it troubled me.
• I had never seen him in my life before and now, out of nowhere, he seemed to be in every corner of it.
• —I don't know what my position is, Mr. McGregor —I paused, inspecting his expression of annoyance. It bothered him that I challenged him —. But I have a personality that doesn't go well with the verb 'to obey', especially if I don't know the reasons behind the orders.
• He stared at me, assessing his expression with a mixture of admiration and anger. It was clear that he didn't like being disobeyed. He hadn't expected me to defy him, and that made me mentally pat myself on the back for it, of course.
• “I have your life in my hands, just as you have mine in yours, my heart” I didn't like that he used that affectionate term, which in his mouth sounded more like possession than love, and I also didn't quite understand why he spoke to me in riddles.
• —I am the one who will buy what you will have to sell me.
• I opened my mouth, astonished by what he had said, because I had nothing that I could sell or he could buy.
• I didn't understand what he was referring to.
• —I have nothing for sale, sir.
• He smiled without joy and licked his lips, still looking at my mouth. His hands finally left my hips, reminding me that they were still there.
• —You will have it, you have it, and you will sell it to me when the time comes he once again invaded my skin with his fingers, sliding them along my arm, and this time, I allowed it, not that I hadn't done so before, but in that moment, I agreed with his touch on me —. I see that you no longer address me informally. I love that.
• He whispered that last sentence, getting close to my ear, so much so that it took a great deal of self-control for me not to moan from the sensation.
• This man who threatened my life, my sanity, and my senses in such a harsh and invasive manner couldn't appeal to me, couldn't make me feel, couldn't seduce me. I couldn't allow it, and he couldn't buy anything from me because I had nothing to sell.
• —Walk!
• He said, almost growling, bringing his mouth close to mine and burying his gaze in my eyes.
• Just as I was about to push him away, I heard the siren of a patrol car, and a knock on the door of my house made me tremble so much that it was visible. He noticed it.
• —Decide now, if you are going to sell me what I want or if I have to sell you to the police.