Helen's POV
I stood up from the bed without saying anything because this is not lovemaking for me, it was just sex with a commoner like him.
"Where do you think you are going?" he asked angrily as I put on my clothes, my unclad ass facing him.
"Home," I looked back at him as I answered, and my brow arched up.
"You are not going anywhere," he said dismissively.
"And who are you to tell me what not to do huh?"
"It's not safe for you to stay alone for now, I…"
"Helen please, just for once… listen to me." I could see fear in his eyes, something I have never seen before.
I cleared my throat. "Nothing will happen to me. I'm fine on my own. Forget I called you for help.
This thing we had doesn't mean anything to me. I hope you understand."
I walked towards the door. I thought he was going to stop me, but he didn't. His silence was threatening, but I waved it off as I got downstairs.
The house swallowed me whole. Marble floors stretched endlessly, reflecting the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. Walls were lined with paintings abstract swirls of color I didn't understand and a faint scent of sandalwood clung to the air. Each step I took echoed like a warning.
I stopped dead, eyes widening. He owns this? I didn't see that coming.
Well, I don't care.
I tried the exit door. It refused to open. I yanked it again, still locked. Frustration rose hot in my chest, and I rushed back upstairs to meet him.
"Why did you lock the door?" I asked, fuming with anger.
"I told you, you are not going anywhere. You will stay in this apartment with me till I get to the root of the incident that happened.
Everything you need is in the closet room. Clean up and dress up, then come down for breakfast." Then he went out of the room.
My eyes lingered on the door, pulse racing as I wondered what exactly he had planned for me.
Hmmpphh… Seriously. He thinks he can just tell me something and I would agree to that. He doesn't know who he is dealing with. I never bow to any man.
I sat on the bed and picked up my phone to call Tessa, my personal assistant.
"Hello, ma," she said on the other call.
"How is the research on the spy going? Have you spoken to Reid and asked about the update?"
"Yes, ma. He is almost close to the person behind it."
"Good. Also, post out a vacancy for a bodyguard."
"Noted, ma," she said, and I hung up.
I need to have a bodyguard so I don't have to call him any time I'm in danger.
I walked to the closet and saw that all the clothes were my size. Did he plan all this? I asked myself as I picked a tank top and shorts and headed to the bathroom. I wouldn't want him seeing me naked again.
When I was done, I stepped out only to see him sitting on the bed, eyes following every move I made. My skin prickled under his gaze, my every step feeling measured, like I belonged to him.
"I thought I told you to come down for breakfast." He moved closer and grabbed my ass. I jolted at his sudden touch. Why does his touch always make my pulse race?
Before I could react, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and carried me toward the dresser, my body pressing against his as heat flared between us.
"I haven't started yet." He let his hands roam my sides, tugged at my hair, and inhaled its scent. "You're already trembling, wanting me."
He pressed and kissed me with brutal force. I tried to return it, but he pulled back, smirking as he watched the quickening of my breath, the tightening of my fingers on his shoulders.
"Come down for breakfast. Don't make me repeat myself." His gaze darkened as he gently slapped my face. "I have something to tell you."
A heat rose in me I couldn't control. My body ached, trembling with need, and I didn't know whether to touch myself or curse him for making me feel this way.
I got downstairs and saw him sitting at the dining table.
"When I get closer," he commanded, "sit down."
I rolled my eyes and lowered myself into the chair.
"Eat."
I picked up the spoon and dug into the lasagna he made.
After tasting it, I could tell he's a good cook. We ate in silence. The only sound was the clash of spoons against plates.
"When are you letting me go? I have a company to protect. I can't be here," I snapped.
"I will leave you when I'm ready to do that. You don't get to question me. Or have you forgotten our deal?" He didn't look up.
I dropped the spoon and stood, anger flaring.
"Sit. Down."
His voice boomed through the entire building.
I froze, hoping he couldn't see the fear that tightened my chest.
"I'm done eating, and you don't expect me looking at your face," I scoffed.
He finally raised his gaze. As his eyes met mine, heat coiled low in me. My cheeks flushed. I hoped he didn't notice the way my body betrayed me.
I went back to sit down, then he said what I never expected to hear.
"I will work as your bodyguard from now on. You don't need to look for anyone. It's my job to protect you… because you are my possession I will never want to lose." His voice was low, laced with claims.
A chill ran through me. My heart raced, my stomach tightened, and fear prickled across my skin. I hadn't realized how much control he already had over me… A shiver ran down my spine, and my stomach knotted at the thought of being trapped with him.