Saved By Him

Chapter 21

Isabella Rose

"What the fuck?!" He grunts as I feel myself thrown off him, only worsening the pain in my head.

He groans holding his hand up to his wound before his deadly eyes lock onto mine.

"Val-"

"Don't Val me! I literally helped you yesterday night and this is how you thank me" he snaps as he stands.

I stay on the floor looking up at him, some guilt swarming through me.

"Well it's not my fault you were on the floor like a murderer waiting to attack" I counter.

He stares at me with a cold look, "No. No it's my fault that I stayed here all night to make sure you didn't choke to death on your vomit".

He turns around, his back to me and I instantly feel bad.

"Does it hurt?" I ask coming to face him.

"The wound or your betrayal?" He asks sarcastically. "What can I expect, you did live with the Russians so obviously you picked up their traits".

"You know I didn't do it on purpose. And anyway, stop being a baby" I say walking to my bag.

I suddenly get a flashback from last night when he went into my bag. He obviously saw my lingeries, and I feel myself become flushed at that.

I clear my throat and take out some bandages and disinfectant, before walking back to him.

He stares at me blankly.

"Sit on the bed" I say.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do" he sneers.

"Fine. Do it yourself" I say, throwing the disinfectant bottle and bandages as his chest before they fall onto the floor.

He growls, his eyes narrowing as I feel the waves of anger radiating off him.

I'm pretty sure if anyone else was in my place, they would be completely freaked out just from the look on his face.

Me on the other hand, I found it more amusing than scary.

He takes a step towards me, "Do you find this funny?".

"Do you want the truth or the lie?" I ask, biting my lip to control my laughter.

It's hard to be afraid of someone when you've seen them in their most vulnerable state.

Now now Isabella, let's not take a trip down memory lane.

Suddenly I feel myself pushed back into the wall, his rough hand gripping my nape.

"Do not be blinded by my actions last night. The only reason I did that was so today could go smoothly. I'm still the one in control here and I'm not asking for your respect,"

He leans in a little, so that his mouth was barely touching my ear, "I'm demanding for it".

His close proximity made me go silent for a few seconds, my mind going hazy.

Control.

The one thing everyone wants over me. First it was my damn step father. And then Alexander. And now him.

Over my dead body.

"Well too fucking bad, Mr Moretti" I reply before I harshly shove his chest.

Unfortunately, he towered over me and was literally made of muscle, so he didn't even budge.

Instead, his grip tightened on my neck but not to an extent where I couldn't breathe.

We stare at each other for a good moment, which felt longer than it actually was.