Ethan didn't say anything and stared at me for a moment.
"Does it matter why I held on to it? Aren't you happy I gave it back to you?" he said.
He is unbelievable and totally oblivious to my feelings, I thought. "Happy? Are you kidding? You could've given it back to me years ago. You knew what it meant to me. Hell, you could've given it back to me at the office, but you decided to keep it from me. You didn't even apologize for taking it from me in the first place!" I cried. He is delusional if he thinks I'll give him some kudos for returning MY watch to me.
Ethan frowned. "I am sorry for what happened back then, but it wasn't me who took the watch. It was Brian. I stole it back when he wasn't looking so I could give it back to you," he said.
"Then why didn't you?" I looked at him quizzically.
"I didn't have the guts, okay? I'll admit I was a coward. I'll admit it as many times as you want, but I've changed. I didn't give it to you until now because I had it buried under the stuff I was safekeeping. I looked for it all night so that I could give it back to you," Ethan said.
"Well, bravo, you did it. You can finally peacefully sleep at night," I said in a mocking tone and clapped sarcastically. "You can leave now. You aren't welcome."
"I need to clear up any misunderstanding about Melissa. Yes, we are engaged, but we don't love each other, and..."
"You and Melissa both can go fuck yourselves," I interrupted him.
Ethan's eyes turned dark, and he suddenly looked angry. His face reminded me of the old Ethan from high school, and I stiffened. Maybe I was pushing him too hard.
"You know what, Corey, I've been trying so hard to be patient and kind to you, but you're making it really difficult," Ethan said with gritted teeth and stepped closer to me.
"Get away from me," I said. I was suddenly scared. Is he going to beat me up? Talk about walking down memory lane!
"I think I am done playing nice. I've apologized countless times but here you are, giving me shit. If you think I'll just walk away quietly, you are mistaken," he said.
"What are you gonna do? Fire me? Make sure I don't get a job anywhere else?" I challenged him. I knew I was dumb as he could do those exact things to me. Ethan was a powerful CEO with amazing connections. He could put me to the streets if he wanted to.
"Oh, no. Don't worry about your job. This is a personal business between you and me," he kept inching closer and closer until I had nowhere else to go. He had me backed up against the wall. He placed his hands on my sides, caging me in. His blue eyes staring at me intently.
"Then what? What do you plan on doing? Because I'm not planning on forgiving you," I said. My heart thumped against my chest as he almost pressed against me. "You gonna beat me up for old time's sake?" I let out a nervous chuckle. I tried not to let him know I was terrified of him. He had a scary expression on his face like he was about to devour me.
He leaned over and grazed his lips on my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "You've become quite the wild thing, haven't you?" his deep, sensual voice graced my eardrums and I felt goosebumps.
Keep calm, Corey, don't get turned on, I scolded myself as I felt myself getting hard. This is a fucking nightmare.
"Thi...this is harassment," I said meekly. Fuck...why am I being such a wimp? Push the asshole away!
I raised my arms to do just that, but he grabbed them quickly and slammed them against the wall. I tried to set them free, but he kept them pinned as he was stronger than me. I really should work on my upper body strength more.
"I decided I don't care what you call it. I was never a nice guy, so what was I thinking pretending to be like one?" he let go of one of my arms and roughly grabbed my face. "You bring out the worst in me, Price," he growled and slammed his mouth against mine.
My arm was finally free, but my mind turned blank as his tongue pushed its way inside my mouth. My heart pounded in my chest, and my knees turned weak. The warm feeling of his breath was inviting. My eyes closed automatically as I felt heat rising from my stomach to my chest.
He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes. Anger flickered in his eyes. "You won't forgive me? Fine. You don't have to," he said and grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged it hard. I heard a popping sound as my buttons ripped and fell on the floor. The bastard ripped my shirt off!
"You ruined my favorite shirt," I croaked out.
"I'll buy you a new one," he said gruffly and leaned down. I yelped as he bit my neck and sucked like his life was depending on it.
"It hurts!" I groaned and struggled to push him away, but he grabbed my shoulder and pinned me against the wall again.
"Ally is in the other room," I tried my last excuse to ward off this spawn of the devil.
He stopped for a minute and looked around. "You're right. I don't want her to see us like this," he said.
"Oh good, then you should lea-..." he suddenly grabbed my arm and dragged me across the room before I could finish my sentence. "Dude...stop this!" I protested.
He ignored my outcry and pushed inside my bedroom, and threw me in bed. He was not listening to anything I say today.
"If you think I am going to have sex with you, you're out of your mind," I declared.
He looked like he hadn't heard a word I said. He loosened his tie while staring at me intensely, and I felt blood rushing between my legs. My body betrayed me once again. He pulled down my zipper and stared at my treacherous penis.
"I see you're quite hard, let me take care of it for you," he grinned.
"You don't have to..." I moaned loudly as he put it in his mouth.
Oh, for crying out loud, why can't I resist this asshole!