No strings attached |(UNDER REVISION)

Chapter 9- Still mine

I clenched my jaw.

"You're not even surprised," I said coldly.

Mikha shrugged. "Should I be?"

A sharp exhale escaped me. Before I could stop myself, I closed the distance between us and grabbed her arm-tight.

Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point.

Enough to make her feel the storm brewing inside me.

"What the hell do you want, Mikha?" My voice was low, dangerous. "Is this what you wanted? For me to see this?"

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she tilted her head, her smirk widening like she was enjoying this.

Like she had won.

Then, with a slow, deliberate whisper, she said-

"You tell me, boss."

And just like that, the fire inside me ignited.

The grip I had on her arm tightened. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I refused to let it show.

"What the hell are you doing to yourself, Mikha?" My voice was sharp, edged with frustration-maybe even something darker.

Mikha chuckled softly, the sound low and taunting. Then she leaned in slightly, tilting her head, her smirk never fading.

"Let's just say..." she drawled, her tone light but her eyes unreadable. "I have freedom now."

Something in my chest twisted.

She took another step closer, our bodies nearly touching, her presence suffocating yet intoxicating all at once.

"I can fuck whoever I want to fuck," she continued, voice smooth, deliberate. "I kiss whoever I want to kiss."

And then-one final dagger.

"And you? You're not going to do anything to stop me, like you used to. You have no say in it anymore."

My breathing slowed, controlled.

But inside?

I was burning.

Because Mikha wasn't just saying this to prove a point. She was saying it to hurt me.

And damn it-she was succeeding.

The words echoed in my head like a taunt, like a challenge I refused to lose.

I can fuck whoever I want to fuck.
I kiss whoever I want to kiss.
You have no say in it anymore.

Bullshit.

Before I could stop myself, before I could even think-

I grabbed Mikha by the collar and crashed my lips against hers.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't slow.

It was raw. Desperate. A silent war between anger and something I refused to name.

Mikha didn't react right away. Her body tensed, her breath hitching against my lips. But she didn't push me away.

She didn't stop me.

And that was all the confirmation I needed.

My fingers curled tighter into the fabric of her blazer as I deepened the kiss, claiming her, reminding her-