Daisy received a message from Lara: "After this event let's go on a hunt mission."
Daisy replied: "Cool."
Knock, knock.....
"Hey, are you ready for the—" the man at the door stopped mid-sentence.
"Yes, I'm ready. Let's leave," Daisy smiled.
"You're going in this?" he asked.
"Yes… anything wrong, Mr Rain?" she asked, confused.
Rain stepped inside without permission and slammed the door shut behind him.
Daisy froze.
His eyes roamed over her slowly. Not innocently but like a man on the edge of losing control.
"Don't look at me like that," she murmured, suddenly breathless.
"You look unbelievable," Rain said, his voice gravelly.
"But I don't like other men staring at you."
"Thanks for the compliment," she tried to laugh it off. "But men don't dare come near me without my approval."
Her tied hair. Her exposed neck. The deep crop blouse.
The slit in her skirt revealed just enough movement to draw attention.And the delicate chain resting against her bare waist shimmered softly.
Rain's jaw ticked. His restraint cracked in real time.
"Oh, men dare," he said. "You just don't know what they think."
"And what do they think?" she pushed, playful and reckless. "Show me."
She turned around to grab her purse.
That was all it took.
Rain moved.
In one fast breath he was behind her, pulling her back into him, his arm locked around her waist like a claim.
"Rain—" she gasped.
His other hand slid up her side slowly, deliberately, possessively, cupping the soft curve of her breast through the fabric, just enough to make her melt.
"This," he growled, voice vibrating with jealousy,
"is what men think of doing when they see their woman dressed like this."
Their woman.
The words hit her harder than his grip.
Her breath broke; her body softened against him involuntarily.
"Rain…" she whispered, her head dropping back to his shoulder, her voice shaking with something she didn't dare name.
That sound ruined him.
His hand tightened on her waist, pulling her even closer and squeezing her breast harder - not gently but like he needed every inch of her aligned with him. She mourned.
Her reaction, the soft, helpless sound escaping her, "Ahh, Rain.."—made his breathing turn ragged.
"Keep saying my name like that," he warned in her ear, "and u cant get to that event at all."
She could barely stand. She didn't want to.
"Rain…" she breathed again—trembling, needy, not even trying to hide it.