Chapter 4 His obsession

Her breath fell on his face, heavy and unsteady as he held her tightly, keeping a strong grip.

"Let go of me" she demanded, her face so close to his as she gritted her teeth with anger.

"If I do let go of you, I'll take something, someone of value to you," he said, letting go of her.

"You see this?" He asked, pulling up a photo and showing it to her. "I'll make sure he goes bye-bye before the day ends" he added, waving the pictures above her head.

"No.." she muttered, reaching out of the picture.

"Yes, your little boyfriend at work" he answered, taking the picture further from her hands.

"How did you even get that? I'm sure.. we didn't take that" she said, realizing that he had gotten such pictures prior to their recent meeting.

"Get dressed and maybe you'll see him breathing" he threatened with a smirk on his lips, his eyes carefully watching her.

"Fine! Just get out!" She answered in response.

Kieran exited the room without hesitation, he stared at the door immediately after it was slammed shut.

'There's always something about you Laurent, something I can't put my fingers on' He thought to himself as he placed his fingers across his chin.

"Get the car ready" he voiced out, giving commands to anyone who was near whilst he stood patiently, glancing at her door, his body frame leaning on the side of the door, his eyes slightly glancing at the door.

"Oh, how I hate this dress" Laurent muttered as she tied up the knot at the back.

"Laurent, I've gotten a stylist for your hair and makeup" Kieran's deep voice came from outside the door.

"I don't need that!" She retorted from the door.

"Go in" she heard the voice faintly say and almost immediately, a blonde lady walked into the room.

"You're the one who needs makeup," the lady said, her French accent getting the best of her.

"I said I'm fine" Laurent protested "I wore the dress, I agreed to come on this trip but now heavy makeup?" She added, her eyes reddening from anger.

"Just stay steady miss, I'll apply your makeup," the lady said calmly as she walked over to her in a poised manner.

Laurent stared at her for a while, looked at the mirror 'What do I have to lose now' she thought to herself as the woman continued to apply makeup to her face.

"All done," the French woman said as she lifted what seemed to be a lipstick.

"Thank you" Laurent muttered under her breath, standing up to see herself in the mirror, her laced dress showing her cleavage, as well as her shoulders, the corset waistline accentuating her waist.

"You look perfect," the lady said in excitement as she clasped her hands in excitement of her work.

"Can you just wait outside for me?" Laurent asked in a soft tone, the mildest she'd use all week.

"Yes, yes, sure," the lady said, letting herself out through the door.

"I guess I have to wear those," she said, looking at the bright red stilettos that sat by the bed.

"Of course you do," Kieran said, opening the door just enough to let himself in.

"Can't you knock? Or at least wait till I'm out?" She asked, putting on the shoes which now fit almost immediately.

"How did you even know my shoe size?" She asked, seeing how freely it was for her to slip her feet in the shoes.

"Darling, I've told you once before, you're mine and I know everything I want to know about you, so don't let it come as a surprise to you" he answered, snapping his fingers immediately and making two ladies emerge from the door with an array of jewelry.

"You're not complete, that's why I walked in" he answered, holding up a silver necklace.

"I don't want that" she protested, furrowing her brows at his nonchalant attitude to her refusal.

"I'm not asking you cupcakes, I'm telling you" he ordered with a sly smile on his lips.

Laurent stood silently and immediately closed the gap between them.

"Put this around her neck, then put on her bracelets" he ordered. The ladies, immediately, obeying his instructions scurried to her side, fixing up the jewelry well enough.

"Let's go, shall we?" He offered, stretching out his hand.

"I'm going with you, haven't you already tortured me enough?" She asked subtly as though she had given up on her escape.

She walked out of the room, darting outside to the car. She threw a ghastly look at the young man who attempted to open her door.

"Giovanni right? You'll pay for this" she said, entering the car, slamming the car door.

"Don't like my right-hand man?" Kieran asked the minute he had gotten comfortable.

She turned to him, my eyes lowered "I'd rather kill myself than like you or the type of person you are" she answered, glaring at him.

"Oh sweetheart, I just pray you keep that promise" he answered with a smile on his lips, his eyes carefully watching her as her chest heaved in the tight clothing, her bust restless even as they stayed at a place.

"Where are we going?" She asked softly as the car was on the way.

"To a friend's party," he answered, adjusting the button of his shirt.

'That's good, maybe I can find someone who will help me out of his clutches' Laurent thought to herself as she sat idly, hoping and doing her best to avoid eyed or physical contact with him, a mafia boss.