Emotional ups and down
Aelin knew that something has terribly gone wrong and if she does not do anything she will have to face Darius wrath.
"Darius! Darius! Listen to me. We need to talk." She ran after him.
Darius didn't say anything and when he remembered how she willingly kissed that jerk at the gala, his blood boiled in rage and he just wanted to destroy everything.
"Darius! Please."
He took a deep breath to calm himself and turned around.
"You want to talk. So let's talk." He said slowly. "What were you doing with that jerk that night? Did you like him? Did you want to sleep with him?" His eyes narrowed.
His questions were so out of her expectations that she had no response to that; all she did was stand there and stare at him,
His face turned black. In a flash, he's on her, one arm wrapped around my waist, pressing her against him, and the other hand gripping her jaw.
"Why don't you answer me?" His voice was soft and even, but she could feel the dark rage underneath.
"No!" Shaking, she holds Darius furious gaze, her hands pushing helplessly against his powerful chest. "I…..I was drunk. I don't remember much. But before I could react he was kissing me… and then. Then you came and everything….." Her eyes begin to burn. How could she explain? She saw him from the corner of her eyes and just wanted to create a scene. So, she just flirted with the guy nearby. Who would have thought that he would kiss her? She wanted to beat her past- self for being such a bitch.
"And what was yesterday about? Do you think you can fool me by being obedient? Do you think I will loosen my hold on you so that you can run away with some other men?" he demands, his eyes dark with fury. His grip on her jaw tightens, his fingers biting into my skin.
She stares at Darius, her chest tightening as she begins to understand. She made him this way. She knew it would be difficult to gain his trust especially with her fear of men from being sexually and emotionally harassed both in her past and this life. But she needs to come out of her shell. She needs a powerful backer and Darius was just that. At least she was confident enough that Darius would never kill her. She has to make this man completely hers.
"I'm sorry," She says evenly, gathering her courage. "I am really tired of the way I am living right now. I just want to be....happy."
"Then, do you love me?" He leans down until his face was mere inches from hers.
"I'm not ready for this. I need some time. Can we discuss it again at some point later?"
His expression hardens, his eyes turning into chips of blue ice. Abruptly releasing her, he takes a step back. "All right." His
voice is as cold as his gaze. "If that's how you want to play it, my girl, we'll do it your way."
Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a smartphone and begins typing on it. Then moments later, his phone beeped and he showed me an image of a dark depressing cell. In the middle of the room was a man, his body was badly mutilated as if he had gone through a hundred layers of torture, blood dripping down. His face was nearly unrecognizable.
"This is what happens to anybody who covets what's mine and… YOU ARE MINE." And then she figured that he must be the jerk that kissed her. Well, this has nothing to do with her. Later, in her past life, she learned that he was paid by someone, it was all a setup and she willingly fell into it, so according to her, he deserves to be tortured by Darius.
"Do you understand?" he demanded.
"Yes," she nodded.
"Good." His expression didn't soften, though his fingers folded around hers, imprisoning them in his grasp. "Then you shouldn't care what happens to him."
"Alright," she whispered she wasn't going to sympathize with anyone who hurt her.
Bending down, he offered her his hand. Aelin placed her hand in his. Letting out a sigh, he caught her, swinging her up into his arms and carrying her out of the office."Where are you taking me?" asked Aelin in confusion, disoriented after the various emotional ups and downs of the day.
"To the kitchen," Darius replied, walking swiftly. Before she could ask him why, they were there, and he was setting her down on one of the chairs. Aelin blinked up at him, too drained to attempt to understand his inexplicable behavior.
"When was the last time you had something to eat?" he asked, looking at her with a slight frown on his face. "Um . . . morning." Aelin couldn't fathom where he was going with this. He nodded, as though she had confirmed something for him.
"No wonder you're so pale," he said reprovingly. "You didn't eat lunch, and your blood sugar is low." Walking to the refrigerator, he filled a glass with some clear liquid and brought it to her.
"Drink this, while the housekeeper makes you something to eat," he ordered, ignoring the incredulous look on Aelin's face.