The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
“You think you have the right to keep her here?” Kester’s vice was quiet and lethal
Jaden scoffed, straightening his the. “Your parents her parents gave her to me. That makes her mine, remember?”
I flinched at the words. I didn’t miss the way Rester’s jaw clenched, the flicker of something deadly in his expression.
Jaden had no idea what kind of fire he was playing with.
Kester exhaled through his nose, his patience razor-thin. “Let me be very clear,” he said, his tone dipping to something that sent a shiver down my spine. “She is not yours. And if you ever put your hands on her again gaze flickered briefly to my wrist, where Jaden had grabbed ne earlier, before meeting his eyes once more, you won’t have hands left to touch her with.”
The promise in his voice was ice-cold.
Jaden bristled. His mouth opened, maybe to argue or probably to push his luck further, but whatever words he’d been about to say died in his throat. Because Kester didn’t wait.
He turned away, pulling me with him.
I barely had time to stumble into step beside him before we were out the door, the restaurant’s ambient chatter and soft music fading behind us. The cool night air hit my skin, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm raging inside me.
Kester didn’t stop walking until we reached his car-his sleek black car that matched the dangerous energy rolling off him in waves. He opened the passenger door for me.
I hesitated, my pulse still racing. “Kester-“
“Get in, Kasmine.” His voice was rough, his grip on the door tight enough that his knuckles turned white. “Before I do something you’d end up hating me for.”
KASMINE
The drive was cold. Tense. Nerve wracking Not because of the silence but because of hier
Kester sat beside me, a storm barely contained beneath his kin. His grip on the steering wheel was right, knuckles pale against the leather, and though his gaze stayed fixed on the road, the tension in his jew and the rigid line of his shoulders told me exactly how pissed he wil
My fingers twitched all the way home.
Kester, in his usual character, didn’t say a word to me throughout. He was just seething beside me, driving a speed that almost made me say my last prayer.
We drove into the parking lot, and he jammed the car door shut, but before he’d walk over to my own car, I was already out and walking toward the house.
I didn’t wait for him.
A part of me was happy he’d saved me from that jerk. But the other part of me was angry with him for so many reasons.
He didn’t speak to me for two days. And now, suddenly, he thought he had the right to storm in, play hero, and act like he owned me?
“Kasmine!” He called from behind, but I was already inside the house, making my way up the stairs. I ignored my parents who were sitting in the living room, no doubt hoping for some fairytale recap of my date.
I was upset with everyone..
“Kester… What…” I heard Mum asking from downstairs.
“No interruptions,” Kester threw the reply at them, and they knew better than to follow him.
I barely made it to my room before Kester caught up.
The door was halfway shut when-
Thud.
His hand slammed against it, stopping it mid-swing… I pushed against the wood, jaw clenched, trying to shove it closed, but he didn’t budge. Of course, he didn’t. He was stronger. Larger. And unlike me, he wasn’t shaking from the inside out.
The next second, he shoved the door wide open, making me stumble back. My heel caught on the edge of the rug. but I was quick enough to steady myself.
I didn’t look at him.
I couldn’t.
I was furious-furious that he had ignored me for two days, furious that he had acted like I didn’t exist, and now, suddenly, he had the audacity to storm into my space like I owed him something?
Fine. If he wanted to play this game, I’d play too.
I yanked off my heels and tossed them to the floor with more force than necessary, my breaths coming ragged and uneven. “Leave,” I muttered, turning my back to him.
Kester didn’t listen.
He never did.
The space between us disappeared in a blink, and then his hand was on my throat.
Before I could react, my back hit the wall with a dull thud. My heart lurched, but I didn’t flinch or let him see how the suddenness knocked the air from my lungs.
His fir
His fingers curled slightly against my neck, his thumb resting right where my pulse thundered against my skin.
I swallowed hard.
“Kester,” I warned, my voice shaking with anger, but he ignored it.
“What the hell is your problem?” His voice was rough as if he were holding back something much darker beneath the surface.
I glared up at him, meeting the fire in his eyes with my own “You are my problem,” I spat, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t move,
“Is that so?” His lips curled slightly, but there was no humor in it. “Because from where I’m standing, it Jooks like you’re the one making bad decisions.”
What the hell?
“Let me go!” I bit out, shoving at his chest again, but he only pressed further into me, eliminating what little space there was between us.
I could feel his ragged breaths, his body heat, and the fire burning in his gaze.
“You went out with another man,” he said in a deceptively calm voice. “Without telling me.”
I froze.
Something hot twisted in my stomach.
I let out a humorless laugh, “What did you expect when you and our parents sold me off to that arrogant jerk? You didn’t think he’d come demanding what is his?” I spat.
“You don’t belong to him, Kasmine!” He stated firmly, “You are mine! Never forget that!”
I exhaled, fury crackling through my veins.
“The hell I am, Kester.” My hand shot out, gripping his wrist-the one still wrapped around my throat, holding me in place, “You knew about this all these years, and you never said a word about it to me, huh?”
Stupid, stubborn tears burned their way down my cheeks, and I hated myself for it. I couldn’t help but tremble at the turn my life was taking.
His grip on my neck loosened as if my words had hit a spot. Something in his gaze softened, “I was never in support of it, Kasmine. That doesn’t explain why you went on a date without informing me,” the fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed. He was still seething.
I exhaled, shoving harder, and this time, he let me. He stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides, but the space between us still felt too small.
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