Chapter Nine

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Chapter Nine

Anna’s POV

 

“What?” Eric growls, his voice is full of interest and anger.

“Am I your girlfriend?” I ask simply. I can’t go through with the next four months of our agreement with Eric not knowing what he thinks of me. I refuse to be his fuck toy, and if that’s what he wants from me… sorry, but I’m gone. I will not be fucked with for the next four months, physically or mentally.

“What kind of question is that?” Eric barks, crossing his arms over his chest. I know I’ve made him mad, but I don’t care. I want to know the answer.

Does Eric have feelings for me?

“It’s a good question.” I state, mimicking his actions by crossing my own arms over my chest.

This time Eric doesn’t respond. Instead he glowers at me.

I sigh, tilting my head to the side as I give him a look. “Can’t you just answer the question? Is it really that bad that I want to know where we stand?”

“You want an answer?” Eric growls, stalking towards me. He leans over me, his tall frame towering over me, pressing me into the lawn chair.

I nod, licking my lips.

“The answer is no. You are not my girlfriend and I’m not your boyfriend. I am the employer to the employee, the master to the servant. For the next four months I own your ass. I make a demand, you say yes. You have no hold over me, but I have everything on you. Got it?” He spits out the last two words, grinding his teeth together, his eyes searching my face for my reaction.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” I yell, shoving his arms off me and standing up. “I don‘t care about the deal I have with you, I won‘t subject myself to four months of torment knowing you don‘t think of me as anything more than a convenient fuck toy.” I growl the last part, my hands clenching into tight fists.

Our gazes hold, our anger radiating off of our bodies. We’re both pissed to the extreme, and neither one of us is willing to admit defeat.

My arms are tense at my sides, and despite how fucking angry I am with him, I desperately want him to change his mind, to say that I’m more than a fuck toy. I want him to say he cares.

We stare at each other for a few more moments before I drop my gaze, shaking my head.

“Well this is a huge disappointment.” I spit, turning and stalking out of the room.

 

I shake my head, my gaze set on the living room, my mind set on going home. I don’t want to be here any more. I don’t want Eric any more.

No, that’s not true.

I realize, I do want Eric. I want him more than I’ve wanted any man before, but what I want is more than lust. I not only want Eric, I want him to desire me in return. Desire me for more than lustful reasons. I want him to want to be with me, because he likes to talk to me and go for drives with me. For him to want me despite my lack of cooking skills and my kick ass skills on Call of Duty.

I don’t make it more than a few steps before Eric catches my hand and reels me back in.

“Let go of me, Eric.” I bite out, my anger rising. I glance at his grip on my wrist.

“No.” He states as he pulls me in closer.

“Let go of me!” I scream, pulling back. “Just let go of me.” I sigh. “I don’t want you to touch me right now.”

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