Testing the thin line..

Okay. Well maybe it wasn't such a genius plan but it was just a thought. For now, all I had to do was get the folder, get away from everyone here, and then think of something.

As all the men's attention were back on one another and they discussed their 'matters', I neared the tables with the drinks again and I placed the empty glasses on it. Quickly. I slipped the paper that was in the folder under the tray and took it up.

Turning around casually, no one's attention seemed to be on me, that is until Sinister suddenly locked eyes with mine. Dear God. I hope he hadn't seen it. I was almost fully convinced that he had but he nonchalantly drifted them back to the others in the room. He didn't. Thank God.

Trying my best not to be suspicious, i exited the room and hurriedly rushed back into his room. I carelessly placed the tray on the small table and scanned my eyes over the paper I took up. To my horror, my face was confirmed by what was on the paper. Nothing was even legal and everything smelt of bad news. Well, nothing was good news with that man but this was beyond not okay for me.

The sound of someone's footstep brought me to my attention. Rolling the paper together, I was about to shut the door close when he suddenly walked in.

Shit!

"Sinister?"

"Angel." He smiled.

Hiding the paper behind my back, I took a cautious step back as he neared me.

"W-why are you here?"

"Because you're here."

"Excuse me?"

"Becky, I was thinking about you."

Huh?

"About what?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Wonderful." I smiled nervously.

He calmly stalked towards me until my back hit against the bookshelf.

"Um, shouldn't you be with the others?"

"I'd rather be with you." He smirked.

Well, I'll be damned.

He freaking knew!

I tightened the paper behind my back and swallowed nervously.

"What's that love?" He eyes the hidden hand behind my back.

"Nothing." I smiled and tried to edge away from the bookshelf.

Sinistsr gave a low chuckle and suddenly caged me in with both arms pressed firmly against the shelf. Slightly startled by that, I felt my heart almost drop.

"Is there something you want to tell me Angel?"

"Yes."

"And what's that?" His voice was gentle with menace.

"I used your cologne and slept in your shirt once with no bra." I replied in one quick breathe and tightened my eyes.

Squinting my eyes back open, Sinister honestly seemed to have a suprised look on his face but it soon faded into a tired frustrated expression.

"I'm not talking about that Grey. Just be a good little girl and give the paper to me."

"No." I frowned.

"Sweetheart, you're testing the thin line I placed between us. Give me the fucking paper!"

"No."

"Grey," he growled in a hushed voice, "Don't make me do what I want to do to you baby."

Now, I must be screwed in the head because for some odd reason I found that insanely sexy.

No.

Focus retard.

He's the bad guy.

"Don't you dare threaten me Sinister." I knitted my eyebrows together angrily.

"I'm asking you one last time-"

"-You can ask all you want but I'm not giving it to you. This is wrong. What you're doing is wrong. How you treat women is wrong. Hell, you're the definition of wrong!"

"Becky."

"You're a sick man! Men like you should suffer in the worst possible way. And this contract-" I raged riding the paper between us, "Would happen over my dead body!"

And with that, I tore it in half.

In a swift fluid moment, he pushed me hard against the shelf with an iron hand around my throat.

"I tried to be nice," he seethed, "You have no idea of the things I could do to you Becky. You'd be wishing you were dead."

"You're- hurting me- stop it!"

Releasing me, he angrily glared at me for more than a few seconds when a voice suddenly interrupted.

"If you're done playing with your Barbie doll Sinister, we have more important matters to settle in the other room." Mikhail scowled.

Sinister kept his murderous look on me and spoke, "I'll be there."

As Mikhail walked out, he brought his hand back up to my face and tilted his chin brutally towards him, "Hear that baby, we are going to be playing when I get back."

With that, he pushed me aside and turned to exit the room, locking me in as he left.

This was not good.

My panic mood was now officially activated.

Did I regret tearing that paper in half? Hell no!

Did I regret letting my ego get the best of me? A little bit.

I walked around the room for more than an hour trying to find ways out of his hell. This was literally the same shit. Just another day. God, I wanted to kill him. Why the heck did my brother ever have to get involved with people like him? Wait until I meet Daniel again, he won't hear the end of this.

Well, on the bright side, at least Sinister didn't tell Mikhail at the moment he saw us. I liked my organs just the way they are right now.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I nervously fiddled with the end of my T-shirt. I'm not going to bath and risk Sinister walking in on me. God knows what he's going to do. Was I scared of him? I pondered that for a moment.

Yes? The only scary thing about this was that I was not afraid of him as much as I should be. Dear God, what was wrong with me?

Damn, I needed a cookie.

Or maybe some ice-cream?

Or better yet, cookies and ice-cream.

Yes, that's perfect!

That's what I needed.

Cookies and ice-cream.

The door suddenly opened and the devil in human form entered and locked the door.

"Sinister," I tried to reason as he walked closer to me.

"Becky." He calmly stated.

"Let's not go there."

"Where?" He asked wickedly, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the side.

Holy hell, the monster was lovely.

I grabbed the pillow in defense and tightened my eyes as he neared me but opened them back when I heard the bathroom door shut. Keeping the pillow as my Armour, I stood my ground. What the heck? He came out after a minute with grey sweatpants on and a black T-shirt. With folded arms, he stared at me.

"What we're you planning to do with that pillow Grey?"

"What's with you?" I asked, ignoring his question cautiously, "Aren't you mad at me?"

"Do you want me to be mad at you?" He chuckled.

"I don't care but I'm pissed at you." I frowned, sitting back down on the bed.

"Are you?" He smiled and stooped to my level, "I'm sorry, forgive me."

What the hell?

I blinked, astonished at his bipolarity.

"What kind of drugs are you on Sinister?"

"As shocking as this sounds Angel, I'm a clean man in that context."