Chapter 8

I get inside the car and tell Peter to take me back to my apartment. As I step out, I instruct him to go back to work and that I'll call him later. He wants to argue, but I've already left the car and entered my apartment. I continue with my evening routine as if Edward's arrangement never happened. After dinner, I decide to go to bed early, feeling exhausted and worn out from last night and today's work.

Just as I'm shutting off the lights, there's a knock on the door. I go towards the door and open it. I don't know what I was expecting, but I certainly wasn't expecting to see Edward standing there on the other side, in his sharp elegant suit, emanating his powerful vibe. I smile brightly at him, but his expression is serious and he might be brooding.

"What's wrong?" I ask as my hand instinctively reaches for his face. He holds my hand before it makes contact and gently backs me up inside. Once we're both inside, he closes the door behind him and then pushes me against the wall, his face inches from mine.

"I'm so angry at you right now," he says, and then he kisses me.

It's hard, rough, and needy. My body responds immediately, and I kiss him back just as fiercely, wrapping my legs around his waist. He lifts me up, holding my ass cheeks in his hands, and presses me against the wall. With a quick movement, he unzips his pants, discards my panties and thrusts inside me.

It's exhilarating like being set free after being chained for so long. I can't help but scream in pleasure as he fills me deeply, his hungry groans echoing in the room.

I can't help but scream in pleasure from the fullness of his deep, hungry thrusts. He fucks me so sweetly, knowing just how my body needs him right now. After we both reach our orgasms, he doesn't pull out. Instead, he nips my ear so hard it nearly hurts and then whispers into my ear, "Why did you disobey me?"

"Disobey you? What do you mean? What are you talking about?" I ask, still in the post-orgasm euphoria and confused about what he means.

"I specifically instructed you to have breakfast. I told you there was breakfast in the kitchen this morning."

"Oh, that. Sorry, I forgot. I was late for work."

"So you didn't eat my breakfast. Did you have any breakfast at all?“ he bites out

“You know, right now we are working on this starlight project, and it's the biggest project our company could have ever thought of having. We have to hire these new people, and they are just brand new things. It's just been very hectic."

"At least tell me you had lunch."

"Yeah. Cathy got some burgers for the whole office, so yeah, I did eat lunch," I reply.

He pulls out and asks, "Where's the bathroom?" I indicate to him where it is, and he heads there.

I pick up my discarded panties and go to the bedroom. When I come back later, I find Edward still standing in the living room, waiting for me. "Hey," I say with a smile.

He turns to me and tells me, "Go pack a bag. You're spending the week with me."

"Okay, hold on there for a minute. I especially did not like that you sent your staff to get me from work and instructed me to go back to your home this evening."

"It's our home," Edward says, calmly

"Since when? Look, Edward, we just met, like three, four days ago, I don't know, we just met. I can't just move into your house. It's too soon."

"It's not too soon for me. From the moment I saw you in that nightclub, I knew you were mine. And when I got closer to you and you let me inside you, I have never felt anything like this before. I was home. You are my mate. We belong together. I do not need a month, or a year to know that I want you by my side. I want—" he breathes silently,

"I want to wake up with you by my side. I want to go to bed either inside you or with you by my side. But I want to be close to you. I want to be with you. If that's not what you want, tell me now," Edward states earnestly.

"Look, Edward, I like you too, but I don't know.“

“ Is it that you want me to beg? I can beg if that's what you want," he responds, unsure of how to navigate this sudden intensity.

"No, it's just I didn't like the way you ordered me around. I'm not one of your staff. I'm not your employee. We need to talk things first before you start instructing me to do things.“

“I'm sorry, but you're going to have to get used to that," he explains as he approaches me and envelops me in his arms.

He's so tall I have to crane my neck to look up at him. "You're bad at taking instructions," he teases, flicking my nose.

"You're worse at giving directions.“

“ If you disobey me again as you did today, I'm going to spank your little ass, red."

"No, you wouldn't," I retort, kissing his chin.

"Come on, would you pack a bag and at least stay with me for a few days, please?" he pleads, his tone softer now.

I look up at him and realize I do want to be close to him. "Okay, let me throw some things together and get my work stuff."

"Okay," he says, kissing my nose and letting me go.

I quickly prepare, and then we leave for his house. For the whole week, Peter takes me to and from work. Edward arrives late most of the time, slipping into the penthouse when I'm already asleep and leaving before I wake. But when he is there, he makes his presence known, both in the house and in my bed.

After a month, we've settled into a routine, and I find myself practically living in his penthouse.

And then, he takes me to his house. It's far outside the city, smack in the middle of a vast estate surrounded by towering trees. As we drive down the winding road, I can't help but feel a sense of isolation settle over me. The trees seem to close in around us, creating a cocoon of nature that shields the house from prying eyes.

Finally, we arrive at the house, a grand mansion that looms over the landscape like a fortress. It's surrounded by a sprawling garden, which in turn is bordered by dense forest. There are no neighbors in sight and no signs of civilization for miles around.

I'm surprised at how remote the location is, and how isolated it feels. Watching the imposing house come into view, I can't help but wonder if this is Edward's family home,

It if he lives here alone. Doubt begins to creep in, and I find myself questioning whether I've bitten off more than I can chew.