Malicious Romance

Chapter 31

All of a sudden, Dean got up from his chair and threw the document of Richard Chu down to the floor. Then, he made his way around the table while his hand was busy drawing out the gun from his back. He came to stop in front of the lawyer at the same time he placed the tip of his gun against the sweaty forehead of the trembling man. "I am not in a good mood today. Either do as I said, or you don't have to head back home."

The lawyer was left with no choice as fear struck him. He bowed his head and then left the room quickly leaving Dean Winchester stood still. 

Placing his gun back onto the table, he sighed out loud. His secretary's voice suddenly drew his attention. "Mr. Winchester, the clothes that you told me to buy is here." Dean turned around and took the bag from his secretary before she bowed down to him then leaves the room. 

A sudden madness raised inside of him the moment he thought of Giselle. He couldn't help, but to take out his phone and check up the CCTV cameras inside of his penthouse. The reason he didn't want her to leave the house was that he ripped her underwear last night, which would leave her with nothing under. He didn't want her to go around while she looked so messed up like that.

His eyes scanned his phone screen, only to see her was walking around, going from one room to another, checking everything as if it was her own place. He clenched his teeth before he shoved his phone back into his blazer's pocket. Rushing out of the room with a bag in his hand, he demanded towards Ivan, "Cancel everything I have on the schedule today." 

"Yes, boss," said Ivan as he and Leo began to follow their boss. 

Dean paused in his step then turned to glare at both of them. "Do not follow me around today. It's annoying." He said shortly before he left without any further explanation. 

As soon as he arrived back to his penthouse, he motioned all of his five men to leave. The hallway was left quiet while he stood holding onto the doorknob. His brows were tied up while his forehead formed a few lines. His heart sped up in the excitement leaving him with confusion.

This is bullshit. What is wrong with me? Why is my heart acting weird again? Fucking hell, everything is pissing me off.

He thought then scanned his thumb on the door handle. Swinging the door wide open, he took a few steps in. As the door closed behind his back, Dean began to make his way towards the bedroom. When he didn't see her in there, he came back out with a confused expression. While he was searching for her in the workout room, a sound of the door being closed caught his ear. Dean dropped the bag and wasted no time to run at a fast pace towards the door.

He sprinted out of the penthouse to the hallway to hear the fire exit door being closed. He bit his bottom lip in furious at the same time he started to chase after her. 

"Giselle Chu!" He yelled from the top of the stair as he ran down the stairs skipping a few steps at a time. As soon as he spotted her was running down with barefoot, Dean raised his voice, "Stop running!" He jumped off of a few stairsteps as he got closer to her. Her short legs didn't let her escape in time the moment his big hand pulled the hoodie backward.

She screamed breathlessly when she could no longer run. "Let me go, stupid fucking bastard! You are a fucking psychopath!" She raised her voice at the same time she punched his chest and slapped him with full force.

Dean's face felt numb after receiving two consecutive slaps from hers. His strong arms pulled her waist closer before he bent down to toss her small body over one of his shoulders. He breathed loudly and then raised his free hand up to slap her butt caused her to yelp in pain. "A psychopath?" He repeated through his gritted teeth. 

Without hesitation, he started to make his way back up the stairs while he was carrying her with one arm. Giselle kicked the air aggressively. She cursed him nonstop until they arrived back in the penthouse.

Throwing her onto the sofa in the living room, Dean sent her a deadly look. He raised one of his hands up to point at her face, in a threatening manner, when she tried to get up. "Don't you dare." He said coldly. 

Giselle saw the look he gave her. It sent a chill down her spine. Shrugging her shoulder in furious, she sat up and decided to stop disobeying him. Her eyes watched his back as he turned to walk away. A few seconds later, he came back with a bag in his hand. While she shifted her gaze away, he handed her the bag. 

Apart from her found it ridiculous. How could someone buy her a gift after he had just raped her? What kind of a kindergarten apologize was that? Which part of his brain did he even use? She wrinkled her brows and then smacked his hand away caused the bag to drop.

Standing up immediately, she said to him in a mocking tone of voice, "I don't want your dirty gift."

Dean scoffed and then kicked the bag away. He nodded a few time then replied, "Dirty?" His eyes started to travel down toward the zipper of her jeans before he smirked. "Don't tell me... you are wearing that torn up panties from last night."

Giselle's cheeks began to burn. Without realizing, she raised her hand up to slap his face again. "Shut your fucking dirty mouth up!" 

His face turned aside with the force of her hand. As he turned back to look at her, he blinked slowly once. "Didn't you suck this dirty mouth of mine last night?" His hand grabbed the hoodie and pulled her closer to him. "You are wearing my dirty hoodie too. So... why not just take it off?" His husky voice lowered as his eyes traveled to her lips.

Clenching her teeth in anger, she raised both of her hands up to tried to pull his hair. As she got on her tiptoe to reach his hair, Dean pushed her back instantly, making her fall down onto the sofa. He stared her from head to toe before he spun around when a weird feeling creeping upon him. 

His heart started to flutter as his cheeks felt warmer. Fuck, this feeling again. I hate her. He told himself. Clearing his throat loudly, he demanded. "Change your clothes, and then leave." 

Giselle wasted no time to get up and went to take the bag that was lying on the ground. In the bathroom, she stared at the bloody broken mirror. Meanwhile, she was changing, she asked herself. 

I wondered if he broke this mirror. The blood looked fresh too. That stupid man... He deserves it. He should feel bad for what he had done towards me. Stupid bitch. I will not give a shit about you anymore. I was going to thank you for saving me from getting shot, and you bitch raped me. Who the fuck would do such a thing? Fucking bitch! Once I leave here, I will never ever going to see you again.

Taking a new bra and panties out of the bag, Giselle felt a sudden embarrassment. She groaned in her throat before she squeezed her eyes shut. She took a deep breath then opened her eyes back up to put them on. "Stupid," She said underneath her breath. Looking through the bag, she saw a black dress with a bow on each sleeve. "Not bad," She mumbled.

When she came back out, Giselle made her way straight up to the door, getting ready to leave. Dean's voice caused her to pause in her step. "If you want your phone and purse back, just go to the receptionist in the lobby." She didn't bother to reply before she continued walking closer to the door. As soon as she grabbed the door handle, Dean's voice began again. This time, it was closer, right behind her back. "See you again, whenever and wherever I desire."

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