Page 19 of Obsessive Love
Fable cut her eyes at me, and I saw her nostrils flare. Yeah, her little ass was turned on too, and no matter how much she thought she hated my ass, she couldn’t hide the little queues her body was giving off.
“Just listen to his offer,” Yamari said, cutting off our stare-down. “It can work for you, Fable.”
“He can’t offer me shit that I want,” Fable argued and shook her head. “Especially since he has me locked in his basement.”
“You’d be surprised,” I said, then turned the phone back to me. “Time’s up. I’ll keep my word as long as you keep yours.”
“Don’t hurt my friend, Pyrite,” Yamari said, nodding.
I looked up to see Fable watching me closely. “Never,” I said, then hung up. “Eat your food, Fable; we have a business meeting tomorrow.”
FABLE
I paced my cell,waiting for Pyrite to show up. After we shared dinner last night, I watched him watch me until my body won the battle, and I fell asleep. When I woke up this morning, I was back in my cell, tucked in as if my being here was normal. The sound of the basement door echoed through the room, and I looked up to see Pyrite make his way down the steps. Today, he was dressed in a black suit that was obviously tailored, paired with black dress shoes, and his hair hung freely. He carried a long black bag in one hand and a black duffle bag in the other.
“You’re here to kill me finally?” I asked once he stood next to the couch.
Pyrite chuckled as he dropped the bags on the couch and turned his attention to me. “I keep telling you this isn’t that type of party,” he replied. “Why are you still in your room? Come out here and talk to me.”
“My room?” I looked around the cell and then back at him. “Sir, my room is in my house, which isn’t this place.” I crossed my arms over my chest and rolled my eyes. “As a matter of fact, where is here?”
“Kansas City.” He unbuttoned his suit jacket and then sat in the same chair he’d sat in last night. The way he sat watchingme made me self-conscious for a moment; his dark eyes freely roamed over me, and it took everything in me not to run my hand over my hair. I probably looked a fucking mess, but shit, I was kidnapped, not on vacation; I was supposed to look crazy.
“Eight hours from home,” I said, nodding. “I was only sleeping for a few hours the first night. There was no way I slept the entire drive.”
“Two-hour plane ride,” he replied with a shrug. “And you slept longer than eight hours the first night you were here.” He rested his ankle on the opposite knee and continued to watch me. “Again, Fable, why are you still in there?”
“Because I’m locked inside,” I answered, and he shook his head.
“That door has never been locked,” Pyrite replied, and I kissed my teeth. “All you have to do is push open the door.”
Instead of arguing with him, I did as he said and was surprised when the door opened without any problems. Yes, Xoey mentioned it earlier, but I didn’t think he would keep it unlocked. “How long has it been unlocked?”
“Since you’ve been here,” he answered, then turned his attention to the bags he’d set on the couch when he first came down. “Now, I’m pretty sure I have your sizes right, but check them to make sure.”
I walked over to the bags and slowly opened them. The duffle bag contained panties, bras, tank tops, and toiletries. The long bag held simple outfits, such as jeans, shirts, and a few jerseys, but at the back of the bag were three dresses and two pairs of pantsuits. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but another bag with shoes was attached to the end of the long bag.
“What’s this for?” I looked up at Pyrite but didn’t take my hands off the bag.
“Will two hours be enough time to be ready?” he asked instead of answering my question. “If it’s not, I’ll push our meeting back.”
“Meeting for what?” I questioned.
“To discuss your future.” Pyrite stood, adjusted the sleeves of his jacket, and as he moved, I noticed the butt of his gun at his waist. I had plans to run behind him when he left the basement and escape, but seeing that gun made me rethink my next step. Getting out of here alive was the only option, so I needed to chill for a second and see where his mind was. “Now again, will two hours be enough time?”
“How should I dress?” I asked, pointing at the bag. “It’s a lot of options here.”
“However you want.” His eyes roamed over me from head to toe, and then he licked his lips. My panties instantly were drenched at the slight hint of the fangs he wore. “I don’t doubt that you can pull off anything.”
“You’re in a suit and telling me to dress however I want?” I let out a small laugh and shook my head. “Tell me how to dress, Pyrite.”
His eyes narrowed, and I watched as his nostrils flared a few times at my demand. I’m unsure if it was my words or my tone, but whichever it was, it had him looking like he was ready to pounce. My eyes went to his lower half, and his print was obvious, and lord help me, that shit was impressive.
He took a step toward me, and I held my ground. Never in my life had I feared a man, and even though I was here against my will, nothing about Pyrite scared me. This had to be how Stockholm syndrome started because I knew that looking at this man, he would never hurt me. Fuck the shit out of me and have me crying for more but never actually hurt me.
“Dress in black,” he said, looking down at me. His hand went around my throat, and he applied a slight amount of pressure.“And never give me control of shit when it comes to you unless you’re sure you can handle the results.” He licked his lips and smirked. “I’ll be back in two hours.”
Confused as to why I was so fucking turned on when I was a hundred percent sure this nigga was a killer and was going to kill me, I watched him leave. He boldly strolled through the basement, then up the stairs, put in a code, and left without looking back. Sighing, I went through the bags again to find what I wanted to wear. I meant style when I asked him what he wanted me to wear. Was this a business casual meeting or what? The color didn’t matter, but I decided to wear red because he wanted me in black. Inside was a pair of black slacks that I paired with a red satin button-up and a pair of black stilettos. I grabbed everything I needed and then went back to my cell. When I showered yesterday, I noticed a switch on the wall that allowed me to frost over the glass while I showered to give me a sense of privacy.
