NATASHA
My feet couldn’t get me out fast enough. There he stood with a condescending and cocky attitude. I knew that I had agreed to everything, but to be reminded every time was a little redundant and juvenile.
As bad as I wanted to say that I didn’t want to be near him, it was a lie. And telling myself that was just as immature as his controlling persona on the situation.
I’m sure I wasn’t his first or only and I damn sure knew I wasn’t going to be his last. I just felt as though I should’ve been a bit smarter than to get caught up with someone like him.
He was rich and powerful in every aspect of his life. And I just didn’t fit into any of it. He was way out of my league. Besides the sex, I knew he wanted nothing else from me.
“Natasha,” he called after me. My feet halted at just the sound of his commanding voice which sent waves to my core. I could feel the throbbing inside me as I wanted him to bend me over and give me the punishment that was due. I shut my eyes tight to rid my mind of the erotic thoughts. I turned around, slowly, cursing myself for not making it out of there fast enough.
“Before you leave, I need you to sign a bond.” He held out a clipboard and pen.
My head snapped up to look at him. “What is this?” I asked, skeptical about this so-called bond.
“It’s a bond for us,” he said taking out what looked like a dress box. My heart skipped a few beats as if it wasn’t already hard enough to control my breathing. “You know what? How about you meet me for dinner tonight.” He snatched the box back.
I stood there contemplating whether or not I was going to dinner with him. Of course, I wasn’t. I didn’t want to end up fighting in his sheets, continuously pressing the envelope on the thing. His voice had my head snapping up again. “It wasn’t a question so no need for an answer.” He had this cold look in his eyes and a tone that sent chills down my spine. I felt a little cheated as his demeanor had changed in all of five seconds.
Reluctantly, I just nodded and turned back around to head to the door, ready to leave.
As I got onto the elevator I felt my heart race almost out of my chest and anger filled me. I felt like he should have right then and there bent me over and just done what the agreement was about. Instead, he taunted me with his abrasive mood swings as if I really was just an agreement.
No, I didn’t want to be more than that, I didn’t even want to be that for him. At least that’s how I felt in that moment, as if the entire thing was a mistake.
Yet, I was already committed, already drawn into something that relied on elastic skin and a frozen heart. We were two tormented souls who ended up colliding and fate would have its way sooner or later.
Once at home, I sat in my room, waiting for absolutely nothing. My mind was at a standstill and homework needed to be done. But I was in no mood at all to sit there and dig deep into my books.
So I crawled up in the bed and wrapped myself in my sheets for a nap. Nicholai or Bill, whatever the hell he wanted to be called, had seriously taken a toll on me.
My mind was reeling with what working for him really meant. Was I to see to his sexual needs at the office or would working there actually teach me things that would benefit me in my career that would come later?
That is what an internship is for. To teach one about the future. Maybe he was teaching me things I could take into the future. Knowledge about men, sex, pain, anguish.
I had a feeling I should just not ever go back to that building. I should just leave him completely alone.
But why did merely thinking that make my insides ache? I had it bad for the man and I had no idea why that was. He was arrogant, egotistical, and even mean. Why would I have feelings for him?
And he wanted me all to himself for no other reason than to dominate me. He had no intentions of ever making me anything more to him than essentially, his sex slave.
And I was letting him do that too. I was allowing it all to happen. I struggled to understand myself as I tried to make myself believe I could actually forget about the man.
The tall, handsome man with a body women dream of running their hands over. The man who was taking more from me than I had ever allowed or thought I ever would allow. What was happening to me?
Was I bewitched? Did Nicholai Grimm have some deal with the devil to possess any woman he decided to? Was evil so deep seeded in the man that he could send it out to grapple onto another human being and drag me into him?
I had no idea why I was going to keep things going with Nicholai, but I was. I could’ve lied to myself that I could stay away. That I didn’t care. But I did care. I was starting to care a lot and I wanted to know things about the man.
I wanted to know why he was the way he was. Closed off, emotionless, and cold. He couldn’t have always been that way. There had to be a sweet kid in him somewhere.
Maybe, if I treated him in the right way, that innocent boy would come back out. Maybe I could save Nicholai Grimm from himself.
With a laugh, I said out loud, “Yeah, and maybe I can snap my fingers and make a double cheeseburger appear out of thin air too!”
I was a fool, a terrible fool, with no idea of what I was doing. But I would soon find out. And what I’d find I’d do for the man, might destroy us both.