My Sweet Seduction

He Owns Me

HE CHUCKLED SEXILY, then shook his head. I tasted to convey that I was no longer interested in

what he had to say.

“You make it sounds so easy, huh?” he said sharply.

Panic flashed across my eyes. Trying desperately to hide my feelings, and composed myself and

smiled vigorously.

“Yes,” I muttered.

I was shocked when he dropped the glass he was holding in front of me. His eyes glistened in the dark,

and it made my heart tremble.

He nods after a long dying moment.

“The wedding doesn’t have a schedule yet, maybe next year, or it depends on my mood,” he said after

shrugging.

My lips twitched at the drawn pain.

“Or maybe, it won’t continue.”

I lift my chin immediately so his eyes met mine. His facial expression still does not change. It was

always dark and emotionless.

“Let’s go find some other place to talk,” he said with authority.

To my great surprise, I did not immediately recover. He quickly touched my wrist to stand up. At the

same time as I took a step, my heart beats fast.

I could not struggle, even though I knew he was just slowing down as we made our way out. We just

continue to walk until we reach an ancestral house.

He just let go of my hand when we got inside. I glance around at my surrounding, as before, I could not

help but marvel at what I saw.

The windows were wide to provide maximum fresh air and sunlight. The top floor has a floating

stairway. The polished floor is really stunning with excellent wood.

I remained silent, unable to process the wave of emotions overwhelming me. I want to close my eyes to

what I saw, but I restrained myself and violently turned to Lawrence.

“What are we doing here?!” I immediately opened my mouth, and now he is in front of the counter table

made of smooth planks.

“Let’s have a drink first.”

He swirled the wine bottle sexily and immediately stepped closer to me with all his might. I couldn’t help

but stare as the distance between the two of us narrowed.

He stopped a few steps away from me. The scent of his cologne drifts in through my nostrils, a scent

I’m quickly becoming addicted to.

“Here, drink it,” he ordered huskily.

I accepted the glass but was unable to drink. I saw him sweeping the last drop of wine passionately.

For a second, I stood frozen, hypocritical. If his eyes had not returned to me, I would not blink.

I slowly sipped on the glass of wine and rack my brain, thinking of a topic for conversation.

“Uh, your wine is good,” I murmured.

He lowered down his head and gaze at me intently. “It’s a blackberry wine. Actually, this is one of my

favorites.”

I nodded, not wanting to escalate the issue I opened up to.

“Thanks, but I have to go, Mr. Saavedra. Maybe Peter is already looking for me.”

He obviously did not like what he heard. His brows furrowed as his mouth turned grim.

“I don’t like him for you!” he cursed sharply.

I cocked my brows in surprise, wanting to deny his dark stare but to be amazed at what I saw.

“Break up with him. He is not good for you.” His face was still warm, even his tone gentler than usual.

“What?!” I said hoarsely.

My forehead furrowed even more, almost unable to believe what I heard. I had to take a deep breath

before I could speak again.

“Mr. Saavedra, I don’t think it’s not good that you are interfering in my personal life.”

“I know you, Margaux, I know you have no feelings for that man,” he said with finality, lips settled into a

mocking smirked.

“How can you be so sure?” I laughed and said and showed that I was not affected by it.

“You really asking me that question?” He scowls. His eyes were so dark. I felt like I was looking into an

endless stretch of the midnight sky.

“The truth is . . . I like him,” I mere whisper to him.

“Damn that bastard!” he angrily said.

He looked at me with black eyes drilling into mine. I was drowning. But I still face him highly.

“You have not right to do so, but you have the right to marry another person.” I have a sharp

accusation.

“You know I’ve made up my mind about that. I’m choosing you!”

My breath evaporated from my chest. I felt my two cheeks heat up at what he said.

So, they only did a show earlier?

“And now tell me that man is not mediating to you, because if he is . . .” he paused and then exhale

sharply, seemingly disliking what was running through his mind.

“What if there is? What are you going to do?” I said, head lifted toward him to show that I was serious

about what I said.

The horselaugh rolled out of him like the waves on a long shallow beach, making his shoulders shake.

“You can’t be serious about it,” he insists.

I lift my chin, wanting to show I’m telling the truth that he can’t seem to accept.

His smile faded from his lips. He narrows his gaze on me, his big hand settling on both of my

shoulders.

“You’re lying . . .”

“No, I am not. I like him, and you can not question how I feel for Peter. He is the only one there for me

and ready to love me unconditionally!” I yelled, my voice crack, tears gathered at the corner of my

eyes.

“I can also do that. I love you, and I am ready to fight for you.”

I shortened his hand to my feeble shoulders and stood in front of him boldly.

“Yes, you can, but you couldn’t, Rence, because you are a coward!” I raised my voice, tears welling up

in my eyes.

“You confessed about your feelings with me, but you can’t fight for that bullsh*t love!”

“Because you couldn’t let me, Margaux! You always drive me away. I wanted to fight for you, but how

can I do that if you yourself give up?!” he said with so much frustration.

I swallowed, so I was the one who was wrong here? How dare him accusing me of that?

“I’m sorry, Mr. Saavedra, but I really have to go.” I reached for the wine glass, and I quickly turned my

back on it, stepping on my feet to open the door, but his palm stopped me from leaving.

“Not so fast, Margaux. I couldn’t let you out of this fucking room damn easily.” I heard his husky voice

teasing my earlobe.

I shut my eyes firmly. I am now caught in his web, and I couldn’t withstand it any longer, fuck! I shook

my head, unable to accept the gradual weakening of the knees.

“Please . . .” I almost whisper. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But again, I felt his warm palms on my shoulders. His palms were warm but soft in mine. My heart

thumped erratically, my mouth was dry, and my tongue was swollen. I feel like I’m out of breath at any

moment.

“Just for a second, let me tell you the words I badly wanted to say . . .”