The plate made contact with his head and I let out a gasp.
My eyes widened when he took a step back from the force and leaned against the door to support himself.
"Killian..." I started to apologize but he raised a palm.
"Shut up." he snapped.
My lips clamped shut from the command, I stepped back fearfully from the look in his eyes.
He looked like the old Killian, ice cold and aggressive.
"I am so..."
"Shut the hell up," he said.
My heart leaped when he walked towards the door and locked it, my knees buckled when I heard the lock click.
He walked towards me and I backed into the wall like it could save me from him.
He stared down at me and turned me sharply, bending me backward. I heard the ruffle of clothes and my heart started beating so fast.
Was he going to fuck me in the office?
I got my answer when he lifted my skirt, pulled off my panties and his belt met my bare ass.
"Killian!" I yelled.
"Count," he ordered.
I wanted to defy him but the tone of his voice told me that it wouldn't end well for me.
His grip on my waist tightened, "I won't ask again." he threatened.
My eyes widened with fear. I felt a sense of deja vu. He sounded angry just like the day I went to see Andrew.
He brought the belt down again and I flinched, "One,"
I counted each hit as it landed on my ass. I shamefully waited for him to grant me the pleasure that came with the punishment.
I was wet and I needed to cum but he paid me no attention as he stuffed my panties into his slacks.
Tucking himself back in and securing his belt. He pushed me to my knees as he stared at me coldly.
"I don't know what it is you are doing but never disrespect me ever again." he barked.
"Can I have my panties?" I asked with a small voice.
"No, I want you to be in pain all day. That should teach you not to mouth off at me." he looked at me with contempt and shook his head.
He left leaving me red-faced, aroused, and angry than before.
I sat down and winced when my sore ass protested from the pain.
Damn him.
Guilt floored me when I realized I might have gone too far this time. I shouldn't have thrown that plate at him.
It was downright disrespectful.
I fought myself even when I stood in front of his office to apologize. I could just knock and apologize to him but I found myself holding back.
So I did the only thing that has been working for me, I avoided him for the whole day.
It didn't make sense since I could still feel the sting from his belt on my ass and my wet folds aching for more of his touch.
Our fight these days ended with no sex, he has refused to touch me after that faithful day I went off on him.
I guess I should be glad he was listening to me but it was pissing me off that he was doing my bidding.
We worked silently without speaking to each other.
It was time to go home and we took our separate cars like strangers. I got home before him and waited.
I had no energy to cook and I was so hungry. While I battled with myself about what to do, Killian came in with Chinese takeout.
I got mad when I saw that he already planned his dinner leaving me to fend for myself.
To my surprise, he dropped it on the table and took the other with him.
"Thank you..." I started to thank him but he ignored me and went to the guest room where he had been sleeping.
I shrugged, I would thank him later but for now, I needed to eat.
It was like I was housing a monster in my belle, I have been eating a lot these days. I might be stressed eating because of everything going on.
Loneliness hit me as I ate alone. The fight with Killian became useless to me at that moment.
I was trying to push him away and when he did, I would be heartbroken. It didn't matter who was sending the death threats, he was just trying to protect me even when I had been lying to him all this time.
I pushed the plates away and went to look for him, I needed to apologize to him and show him how much I missed him.
How much I miss talking to him and his touch too.
On second thought, I went into my room and showered. I wanted to be prepared when it all ended well.
Freshly showered and courageous.
I knocked on his door and opened it when I didn't hear anything. My eyes zeroed in on him on the bed.
My face softened, he looked so peaceful sleeping. The normal scowl on his face was gone and in its place was a serene look.
I sat beside him and stroked his hair, the gesture bringing me some sort of relief.
"I miss you," I said gently.
I caressed his cheek and he unconsciously leaned into my touch.
The movement tugged at my heartstrings so much that I sat still, staring at him as he nuzzled his cheek into my palm.
I removed my hand and turned to leave when his words stopped me.
"Catalina,"
I froze and turned slowly. My eyes widened when I realized he was still sleeping and had just called out my name in his sleep.
My heart won as I slipped underneath the covers and snuggled into him.
When morning came, we could deal with it but right now, I wanted to be close to him.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.