Bought For A Baby, Kept For A Lifetime-Chapter 67: Never!

The third slap made his eyes turn dark the girl on top of him stiffened, fear quickly shrouding her face.

Danger oozed all around making the temperature instantly drop to a chilling degree of coldness.

Anyone who saw the man’s rage filled eyes in this moment would rather dive into hell unprotected than face what was going to come next.

Anne could feel the air around her turn crisp and cold.

This man’s eyes...

Was he going to slap her too?

Earlier she’d bitten him and he bit her back, this time, would he...?

Thinking about this, Anne realized the best thing to do would be to make a swift escape, so before the man could react upon his rage, she jumped off the bed and sprinted out of the room.

"If you want to hit me back you’ll have to catch me first..." Her voice echoed down the hallway as she ran like a child set free.

He could hear her giggles echoing over to him.

The man’s jaw flexed dangerously as he clenched his teeth, his eyes slowly closed as his fingers massaged his temples.

How dare she slap him?

No one’s hand had ever hit his face before, she would pay for this!

His eyes opened settling dangerously on the door before he got off the bed, striding towards the door.

He would make her fucking pay for hitting him, and he would make sure she was fucking sober first, he’d had enough of this.

Thus, the scene began, a girl running around the manor like her life depended on it, and the man striding hurriedly to catch her.

She would giggle and run into a room, peek through one door then emerge through the other.

The Manor’s design was such that it had a double entrance into and out of every space.

The man’s confidence was impeccable, though the girl was running, he was walking unhurriedly and still managed to keep the distance between them small, the only thing keeping him from catching her swiftly was how easily she slipped away before he could do so.

After about ten minutes of following her up and down the staircase as she would climb through one end, run around the hall to the other staircase and go back down, Andrew stopped, eyes gleaming with intense annoyance. Beads of sweat trickling down the side of his face.

The moment he got his hands on her he would teach her a fucking lesson that would make her regret...

"Why did you stop? Are you scared of me? Why can’t you keep coming after me?" Her voice pierced loudly into his thoughts from below the stairs.

How could she run so fast on those short legs?

She was clearly mocking him from below and despite the threat in his eyes, she was unfazed. The damned distance between them this time was making her this bold.

Andrew Sterling hated any form of disrespect, he’d ignored one form of disrespect and let it go when she’d actually bitten him but like hell would he let this second form of disrespect go.

"Let me tell you, there’s no way you can catch me. I’m way too fast for you, if you doubt it then I dare you to come down here and get me. I dare you!"

Andrew wasn’t worried she would see his face, the whole lights in the manor were turned off by now and only the moonlight assisted her in knowing where to go. Hence he hadn’t worn his mask.

Hearing her words, the annoyance within him tripled and he found himself rushing down the stairs but what was even more infuriating was the fact that she didn’t run despite seeing him coming down.

She waited, giggling excitedly as if waiting for him to almost get close to her before she suddenly sprinted away before he could reach where she was.

Her giggles echoed to him again.

"See? I told you, there’s no way you can catch me!"

Alright, enough of this blasted game.

Andrew didn’t follow her. He watched the direction she was running towards.

This was his home, did she actually think she could get away from him?

She was damn wrong!

He disappeared from where he stood blending into the darkness.

Anne was running happily, excited that she had won against the man when something suddenly grabbed her hand and tugged.

"Ah!"

Before she knew it, she landed against his hard chest.

Shit! He got her!

Before she could even try to escape, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder without a word and marched away, he only stopped when he’d brought her back into the bedroom.

Immediately he was inside the room, he threw her down.

Seeing the aura around the man, the excitement caused by the alcohol within Anne began to lessen. He tossed her down onto the bed and before she could do anything she felt herself suddenly being pressed down on the bed, her clothes suddenly got ripped off.

Fear began to settle into her.

In this state of inebriation, her mind couldn’t fully grasp her reality. Sometimes, on certain types of people, alcohol tended to push away the troubling thoughts, making one act differently than their normal selves.

In Anne’s case, her reality of being contracted to this man was hidden away somewhere within her consciousness, so to her, the man’s actions of tearing off her clothes like that meant something else.

Her upper body was bare and panic instantly settled into her. She crossed her arms over her body and chanted.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have hit you, I’ll never do it again just let me go home! I want to go home!" She cried like a child cornered after a wrong deed but the man didn’t seem to have heard her words as he pinned her down on the bed.

"You dare raised your hand on me, you’ll get punished for it."

She struggled beneath him, powerless against his strength. That made tears begin to gather in her eyes as she resisted fiercely.

"Let me go, I want to go home! Stop, you’re hurting me."

"You should have fucking thought about before...!" His thundering words came out rigidly savage that he felt the girl beneath him shiver before she began to sob.

A tear drop landed on his fist which was tightened over her wrist pinned down to the bed, the warmth of it seemed to seep into his skin, trail all the way into his veins then reaching his heart, becoming a thorn that pierced him sharply. His body stiffened and his grip over her wrists loosened.

Immediately she felt some freedom, she covered her face with her palms and sobbed even harder.

"Bad, you’re a bad person. I don’t like you!" She cried self righteously and he suddenly felt like a beast bullying a child.

A headache came on and he massaged his temple pushing himself off her and down the bed.

He could punch a wall with the amount of anger riveting through him right now. But once again the anger was directed at himself.

A while ago he’d been about to deal the woman the worst experience of her life as a punishment, however her sudden tears had stopped him.

She was under the influence of alcohol, she wasn’t in her right mind. He shouldn’t have done that to her.

His eyes seemed to softened as he gazed towards the bed where the girl was still sobbing.

"Enough, stop crying." He muttered in a low voice.

Evidently she’d heard him but didn’t stop, instead her cries came out even louder.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

"I said enough, I’m not hurting you anymore!"

"Why should I stop? You were the one who hurt me."

He sighed in frustration, "Well I’m no longer hurting you now am I?" 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Her cries became louder and dramatic wails this time.

"I swear if you don’t keep quiet..."

A pillow suddenly landed squarely against his face, cutting off his unfinished threat.

He tightened the pillow in his fist, his teeth gritting in annoyance but he held himself back.

She was testing him, and he wasn’t a man with much patience.

"Stop crying." His words came out harder this time and she sniffed.

"You should forgive people when they apologize, but I apologized to you and you still hurt me."

He’d barely heard her apology at the time, was she really hell bent on not letting that go?

"Since you’re not hurting me anymore I’ll stop crying, but only if you apologize. If you apologize then I’ll forgive you."

His brows shot up.

Him? Apologize?

Never!