Once more startled by his word I looked up into his eyes. My mind had questions that I did not ask out loud.
He moved an inch closer to me. His height made him tower over me. My head that was raised was now staring into his chest. My heart skipped a beat. I hated that this man was already making my heart race when I had just met him. Once more cupping my face in his hand and not letting go of my hand he raised my head to look at his face.
He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes popped open in shock. For a second I was tempted to close my eyes and kiss him back but I came back to my sense but before I could push him off of me, he took a step back removing his lips from mine.
"You really do not know how to resist me huh?" He said a smirk over his face as he moves his thumb over his lips and biting into his lower lip. "I hope that answers your question." He added.
I was too startled to even ask any other question. But my mind wondered how he had figured out that I had a question to ask in the first place.
He pushed the button for basement level two leaned back on the elevator wall his hand still in mine. When we reached the parking lot, he took his keys out of his suit pocket and unlocked the car. It was the fanciest car I had seen in my whole life. It was even fancier than Quinnell's. My eyes lit up and for a moment I almost let a giggle out. We walked to the car and he opened the passenger door for me. I got in and he closed it.
When he let go of my hand it finally hit me. I had just gotten into a stranger's car, no questions asked. But could I really call him a stranger after the steamy night that we had shared together. He had some kind of hold on me that I did whatever he wanted. Even in that moment as all those thoughts swarmed my mind not a single one of them told me that perhaps I should get out.
He went around and got into the driver's seat. He leaned in close to me. His face over mine once more. In that moment I was determined to make sure that I did not let him have his way. I turned around fast and pushed his face away from me.
He leaned back and chuckled clearly amused. I wondered what he found funny.
"Your seat belt wifey." He said laughing in full force now.
I looked and my seat belt and I had not fastened it. It was what he was trying to do. I felt so embarrassed that my face turned red. I fastened the belt and looked away. But could you really blame me for thinking that he wanted to do something else. After all he had kissed me two tim already without my consent.
He started the engine and drive off. I had been so embarrassed earlier that I had not even asked where he was taking me. I was probably the dumbest wolf around when my kind was supposed to be smart. I had just gotten into the car of a clear lunatic and let him drive me away. I mean, he had started calling me his wife after a single night together and I had willingly followed him out of my workplace sabotaging both my career and my place in the pack.
I banged my head on the dashboard out of frustration. He suddenly hit the brakes and my head jolted forward, unable to control my strength, I bashed head first into his dashboard and dented it.
"Oh my God! Are you okay Arielle? " He asked
For the first time since I had met him, I detected an emotion in his voice. Concern with a hint of worry. I got up rubbing my forehead while wincing. It was actually not painful but in that moment I just wanted to get back at him for the seatbelt thing.
"How could you do that?! Do you want to kill your wife when we just got married? Huh? What kind of husband does that?" I asked being a little overdramatic to the extent that I acknowledged his crazy decision to just label me hid wife.
"It looks like it hurts more than you do." He said, pointing at the dented dashboard and chuckling once again.
Even his chuckles were dry. They did not carry with them the joy that came with a joke. They were dry and felt a little forced as if he has gotten used to chuckling out of social convention or as if it was an emotion that had been taught to him.
I did not laugh. I looked at him. For some strange reason pity filled my eyes.
"I guess it was not funny." He said when I did not laugh. "I'm sorry he added. Let me take a look and see if it is bruised."
He leaned over and took a closer look.
"It is not as bruised as I thought. Let me check if I can get something at the convenience store from the freezer so that it doesn't bruise." He said blowing on it.
I did not respond. I only looked at him.
"Don't look at me like that." He said to me, looking me in the eyes.
Although the words were said with calm, in them was a threat carried. At this I flinched. Although his voice was always void of emotions, it was never cold when he talked to me. For the first time it was.
"I do not like pity, Do not pity me." He said once again in case I had not understood what he meant.
"I want a divorce."