My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 120 Where Was She?

IVIN POV

There’s no way Nalayna is staying at the Chapter now that she has beaten my grandfather’s goddaughter to a pulp. If the girl doesn’t take her lick back, even my Pa won’t let her have a peaceful stay which leaves just one option.

Take her to my apartment.

The last thing I want to do right now is to share a space with a female that has me denying my own emotions. She infuriates me as much as she pisses the fuck out of me and now the only place where I could dump her is a solid no.

Where was she?

As soon as she head butted me I was caught unaware but I was strong enough to chase after her. However, running after her would only ignite the primal desire to claim her once I get a hold of her so I watch her red head disappear outside the house.

Scar and the men were supposed to catch up to her but somehow the idiots waited till I commanded them to chase after her before they spring to action.

Now my favorite recipe for disaster is missing and as much as the whole area is my territory, it’s late at night and not all men have what it takes to discipline themselves not to take what doesn’t belong to them.

Scar and the men were focused on the main road and more obvious options but knowing that carrot top she’s not dumb enough to do the obvious. I ignored their chaos and focused on doing my own search. None of the vehicles or motorcycles were missing and she’s not with a phone which can only mean she is on foot and with no means of communication.

What would Nalayna do?

I asked myself as I walked silently through the abandoned pathway in the overgrown forest. Then I came across an abandoned building, one of the buildings I bought alongside the large acres of land but this one smells of weed which is not unusual.

I walked carefully so I didn’t alert whoever was in the building. I tried opening the door but it was pushed back immediately with a strong force which means there is someone else behind the door but unfortunately the person wasn’t as strong as I am.

I pushed the door back more firmly this time and was able to overpower whoever it was. I switched on the pocket torchlight attached to my belt to make sense of the darkness in the room.

What I didn’t expect to see was Nalayna being held captive by a half naked coke head whose limp cock was hanging outside his dirty pants.

"Hands up ’fore I kill the wench" he slurred.

I took my time observing the room to ensure there was no other audience to catch me unaware. Satisfied with what I saw I moved closer to him faster before he could run away. My fist connected with his nose and there was the loud crunch of a nose breaking filled the air.

"Fuck!" He struggled to get up but one kick of my rugged heavy security timberland against his head left him unconscious immediately.

"Nala—" she ran to me before wrapping her small hands around my neck even if she couldn’t reach it until she tiptoed. It was then I realized she was sobbing against my chest.

Fuck.

I’ve never handled an emotional woman. How do you calm a crying adult? It was getting awkward the way she shook against me sobbing very silently.

"Nalayna?" I pushed out after minutes of uncomfortable silence. I felt her hand slack around my neck.

"I’m sorry. Just give me a minute" she sniffed in a fake calm voice. I wanted to give her five minutes. Hell, I wouldn’t mind if she pressed her body against mine all day which is strange cause I’ve never been a hugger or worse still a toucher. I thrive on being cold and robotic.

"I’m sorry, it’s just, he touched—" touch? Did she just say touch? Scar would bundle him to the interrogation room and I would skin all the skins off his hands off his bones.

"He touched you? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you in a—"

"No, not like that but it was scary and he almost forced his smelly penis in my mouth"

I released the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

"You shouldn’t run from me, Carrot top." My voice came out low, measured. A warning in my best imitation of a soft voice. "Out there, men don’t bother with questions or consent.. They just take."

I looked into her face and let her see exactly what I was. There’s no warmth or apologies, not even a pretend version but the cold calculation of someone who’d already decided what belonged to him.

I tipped her chin up with my index finger, forcing her eyes to meet mine.

"You’re mine now. And I don’t share what’s mine."

"For now Ivin. It’s temporary don’t try to bullshit me" she snarked back, her fire slowly returning to her eyes.

I moved closer, my voice dropping to something darker, something that made the air between us shift.

"Don’t test me on that, Nalayna. Not tonight." My hand still held her chin. "You run again, and I won’t send men after you. I’ll come myself. And when I find you..." I let the sentence hang. Let her fill in the blanks. "We both know how that ends."

"Fine. So waiting tables at a motorcycle club is your brilliant idea of getting me used to things while your bitches beat me up?"

I looked into her eyes, cocking my brows, like really.

"She attempted to beat me up so I defended myself. It was self defence and it’s not like I owe you an explanation" her defense wasn’t strong and even she knows that.

"We are going to my house. Let’s hope you don’t burn it down"

"Keep hoping. And while you are at it ensure your properties are insured" I smirked.

The ride to my apartment after I called the men off was silent if we ignore the hiss and murmurs coming from the lady bound beside me till I got to my apartment which is naturally as cold and soulless as I was.

"This will be your room. You can order any necessary stuff when I’m available to supervise you"

I shoved her into the guest room before locking the door and pocketing the keys for good measure.

I took a cold shower and let it cool my head for a while. I stood there for seconds washing off the stress and every bit of emotion I felt for the chip in my ward. I was still washing off when the alarm fixed on my door dinged in my room.

As a founder of several security firms, my building and everything I own has the latest form of security surveillance and alarm money could buy. Even some that were not yet on sale are available at my apartment for test runs.

I took the towel nearest to me and ran outside my room. It can only be that witch.

How the fuck did she unlock her own door?

I tiptoed out of my room. The alarm would only vibrate loudly in my room, whoever is at the door won’t notice anything so I tiptoed till I was close to her while she kept turning the keyhole with what looked like a hair pin.

Foolish insufferable woman.

"What the fuck are you—" her scream as she realized she wasn’t alone anymore had me take a step back.

"You stupid, stupid jerk" each word was punctuated with blows on my body. I was content watching her till I felt cold air against my dick.

Fuck me.

Her hands were still raining blows till her palm connected with my semi hard dick.

And she screeched. A loud shrill sound painful to hear.

I grabbed her wrist before she could land another blow, spinning her around so her back pressed against the door. My towel had already fallen. I didn’t bother picking it up.

"Careful, Nalayna." My voice was pure darkness, barely above a whisper. "Keep your hands to yourself unless you’re ready for what comes next."

Her eyes went wide, darting down before snapping back up to my face, Lost for words.

Finally.

I leaned in close enough that she could feel the heat coming off me, my breath against her ear and I could see her cheeks redden.

"Is this what you wanted? To get my attention like this?" My hand tightened on her wrist. "Congratulations. You have it now."