I took the opportunity to run. “I need to use the bathroom.” With a quick nod, Sean rose, waited for me to stand and leave.
“Ishika?”
I was in the passage leading to the bathroom when someone called out my name. If it was Remo, he would’ve probably had me pinned against the wall already, so I turned to look and I let out an inaudible groan, eyeing Bill Bailey, a male nurse at the hospital.
“Hi.” Half attempted to accuse him of stalking me, I summoned all the courage I possessed to remain calm.
“You’re on a date,” he asked, his tone suggesting disappointment.
Four months ago, out of simple courtesy, I accepted Bill’s request to accompany him to a hospital charity event. Despitethe warning from some of the female nurses about his possessive tendencies, I chose to ignore them because he looked harmless. I was wrong.
“Yes.” I faked a smile. “And you?”
“Um, just dinner. By myself,” he slurred, taking a step closer. He reeked of whiskey, his unstable gait making me wary.
I took a step back. “Well, it was nice seeing you here,” I lied. “Enjoy your dinner, okay?” If he wasn’t the nephew to one of our senior doctors at the hospital, I’d tell him which mountain to jump off. Instead, I chose to be polite and walked away.
Although he was pleasant during the charity event, in the ensuing days, he followed me around the hospital, cornered me several times in the cafeteria and during my rounds, declaring his love for me. I’d tried to maintain my politeness out of respect for his profession and his uncle.
One afternoon, I told him to back off. Suffice to say, he didn’t take it well. His usual smiles morphed into scowls whenever I appeared. If I asked for assistance, he’d say yes but it never materialized, leaving me short-staffed during important procedures. Still, I refused to report him.
Now, just as I reached the bathroom door, he gripped my hand. “Ishika, wait?—”
Annoyed, I turned around. The sudden crash of Billy’s head against a wall had me choking back a scream as my eyes met Remo’s deadly glare. His lips pulled tight in a hardened scowl with one of his hands around Billy’s neck, he slammed the man’s head a second and a third time until blood gushed from an open wound, running down the side of his face.
Too stunned to move, I watched as he released his hold on Billy, who dropped to the floor in an unconscious heap, pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and calmly wiped his hand. All this while his eyes remained glued to me. The man waslethal. I could see it in the way he held himself, the way he was staring at me with those cold hard depths of blue ice.
“What did you do?” I finally found my voice. Even though Billy was proving to be a creep, he didn’t deserve this.
Wordlessly, Remo tossed the handkerchief on Billy, stepped over him and neared me. I glanced behind me realizing there was nowhere to go beside the bathroom. A closed room was asking for trouble. Someone appeared in my periphery, and I looked over Remo’s shoulder recognizing the restaurant manager.
“What’s going on—” The man’s voice drifted into nothingness as Remo turned to look at him. “Mr. Rossi,” he visibly gulped, pivoted sharply and walked away, taking with him any thoughts I held of him helping me.
Frustrated to the point of tears, I narrowed my eyes at the other man. “Why did you that to Billy?”
Remo’s casual shrug was more irritating than his smirk. “What you don’t seem to understand, little fox, is that once you’re mine completely, I’ll kill anyone who dares to touch you, then eat your pussy in the pool of their blood before I fuck you on your hands and knees.”
That should’ve made me nauseas, instead my body heated at the possessive aggression. God, how was this man able to make me breathless and piss me off at the same time?
“Billy had this coming. His stalking was a tad tiresome, don’t you think?”
Oh, shit, how did he know about Billy? I barely knew Remo and already he had an invisible tether to my life.
“Your pesky date on the other hand, is safe for now.” He reached out a finger to my jaw.
I jerked back. “You’re not touching me,” I seethed, my voice shaky with unshed tears.
“You’re right.” The tip of his tongue snuck out to play with that ring on his lip again, keeping my gaze there for a moment. “I’m not going to touch you.” My eyes jumped back up to meet his. “I’m going to devour every inch of you. Until those beautiful curves are marked by my teeth, blushing from my smacks, glistening with my spit and drenched in my cum.”
Lord help me.
“In your dreams.” Whether I admitted or not, physically, this man affected me in a way no one ever had, and that created a swirl of panic through my body because all my life, my self-control was my strength and he begun disintegrating it the first moment we clashed.
“I have nightmares, never dreams.” He chuckled and I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a giving man, little fox but I’ll make an exception, just once. You have two choices, let me fuck you like a good girl tonight or I force you to take me like the bad fucker I am.”
“That’s not a choice,” I scoffed, keeping his attention focused on my face while my right hand crept down to the hem of my dress.
“You’re right. I don’t give choices.”
