"Isaac...are you jealous?"

His jaws clenched even more as his eyes stared into mine with an unreadable emotion.

"No."

I bit my lower lip.

"Then...why are you...", I couldn't finish my sentence as Isaac lifted his hand and with his thumb freed my lower lip as I was chewing on it; his eyes darkening in the process.

My breathing quickened due to his actions.

"Three words, ten letters", he stated stroking my lower lip with his thumb, "You are mine."

The colour drained from my face, that was the last thing I expected him to say.

"Wha-what?!"

"I don't like to repeat myself. Now go, I am busy", he said turning away.

"I am not yours, Isaac", I stated with confidence.

He can't own me, right?

"I said it once and I am saying it again for the last time", he turned towards me, walking closer, "Believe it or not but You. Are. Mine. Anyone tries to touch you again, he is dead."

I should be angry at him right now but no, my stupid heart was finding this possessive side of his very cute.

I mean...no one has been so possessive of me and then this asshole claims that I am his. Wow.

"Does that means...I don't get to hang out with any man...you know a... boyfriend?" I wanted to have some fun and Isaac's reaction when I mentioned about a boyfriend, Oh God! He had such a deadly look.

"You are married to me! You are my wife, dare you go out with anyone else!"

My wife.

I folded my arms, "I thought you don't consider me as your wife. What did you say that day...'I don't consider you my wife, Miss Thera Mallay.' Didn't you say that, huh?"

He didn't reply.

"And what about you and your...one night stands?"

"I haven't slept with anyone since we got married."

I don't know why but I was relieved to hear that.

"It's hard to believe. Isaac Grayson, one of the biggest playboy, is saying that he hasn't slept with anyone for the past one month, very funny."

He grabbed my waist, roughly pulling me closer as my body got pressed up against his and I pressed my palm on his chest, creating some distance between us cause our close proximity was really affecting my brain and body.

"Don't. Test. Me", he gritted his teeth.

My eyes went to his lips that looked so full, luscious, irresistible. Oh, how badly I wanted to taste them.

Get yourself together, Thera!

I seemed to be in a daze, unable to snap out of it as I kept staring at his lips, a tension building in my stomach.

I started to lean in further, my eyes fluttering close; I could feel his hot breath fanning my lips.

This is wrong!

I don't care if I will regret this later but right now, I needed it.

I was about to capture his lips but...he removed his hand from my waist, making me stumble backwards.

What was I doing?!

I was shocked by my actions as I breathed heavily. Something is definitely wrong with me.

He looked at me with such an intense look, his pupils dilated.

He turned away immediately, trying not to look at me.

My face was flushed, was I really going to kiss him? And if I did, will he kiss me back?

I am surprised he didn't kill me for my actions.

Not wanting to be with him right now, I quickly left the room.

This marriage was just a contract, it was just for the sake of our companies; I can't expect him to try to make this work.

But do I want this marriage to work?

________________________________________

It's been a week since that...weird incident happened, a week of me simply avoiding Isaac as much as possible.

Yesterday, on Friday, Isaac left for Los Angeles for a business meeting. And as it was not important for the both of us to be present, I decided to stay back. And even because I didn't want to be near him or else I am afraid I would do something that I will regret.

As I was about to lie down to sleep, my phone rang.

"Yes?", I said to Isaac. It was unusual for him to call me unless it's very important.

"Can you go to my study and search the first drawer for a pale blue colour file?"

"Okay...wait. What do I have to do after finding it?"

"There are five papers inside, just click their pictures and send it to me."

"Ok."

He was about to hung up but I said, "Isaac?"

"Yes?"

"Did you have your...dinner?"

There was a pause on the other end and I expected him to cut the call or say something insulting but he didn't.

"I did. What about you?"

A huge smile made its way to my lips, "Yes I did. I will send you the pictures, bye."

"Bye."

With the smile still on my face, I made my way towards his study.

Maybe I want this marriage to work, maybe I am willing to spend the rest of my life with him. But for that I need to put in a lot of effort.

Reaching his study, I searched the first drawer but there was not any file in there. I searched the drawer beside it and again found nothing.

Where did he kept it?

I searched the second drawer but instead of finding a file, I found something that made me go cold.

A pistol.

With shaky hands, I picked it up slowly and by the weight of it, it could confirmed that it was real.

A freaking pistol, why is it here?! Is Isaac planning to murder someone?

Or maybe that someone is me?!

What if he wants to get rid of me so that he could be the only owner of the company?

And that could be the reason he was talking to so nicely because he knew I was going to die.

My phone buzzed snapping me out of my thoughts and saw Isaac's message, "Did you find it?"

The file, I forgot. I searched the final drawer and finally found it, so, I quickly clicked the photo of the pages and sent it to him.

Now, back to that gun.

Is he really a gangleader?

What should I do with it?

I picked that gun up and God, it's quite heavy.

Carefully taking it in my hand, I went to my room and closing the door, I sat on the bed.

Does he even has a license?

If he is really going to murder me then he needs to have the gun with him first.

I hid the gun in one of the cupboard.

He is coming back tomorrow, and he has to answer me.

With that thought, I drifted off to sleep.

Isaac was back in the morning and I didn't say anything to him.

After lunch, as I was about to open the room to my bedroom, I was grabbed by my shoulders and turned around and came face to face with Isaac as I was backed up against the door.

"Where's my gun?", he questioned, in a surprisingly calm voice.

"W-which gun?", I stuttered.

"Stop it, Thera. Just give me back my pistol. I know it's with you because you were the last person to enter my study."

"I-I...I won't give it back because...you...you will kill me."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Kill you?! Why would I kill you?!"

"So that...you can be the only owner of the company."

"Don't be childish Thera. Give it back, I am not killing you."

"I can't trust you!"

"Look, if I had to kill you, I would have done that a long time back."

Well, he has a point.

Giving him one last look, I opened the door and went inside and retrieved the gun from the cupboard.

He followed me inside, and before handing it to him, I asked, "Are you a gangleader?"

He had a blank expression on his face and then he face slammed himself.

"Do you even have a license?"

"I do. This gun is just for my protection, Thera. Neither I am a gangleader nor I am planning to kill you."

"Fine", I huffed before handing him the gun.

"Can you teach me?", I asked.

Actually guns used to fascinate me earlier.

"What?"

"How to...use a gun?"

He gave me a sly smile,"So that you could kill me? No."

I pouted, "Please. It just fascinates me."

He debated with himself for a moment before finally speaking, "Fine. Follow me."

"Yay!"

I was so happy that I went to him, got on my toes and placed a kiss on his jaw making his whole body tense. Uh, oh.

I cleared my throat embarrassingly and said softly, "Let's go."

I followed him downstairs into his gym, I didn't know about the gym.

I never had a gym at my home cause it was of no use because I would never use it. I can't even do dieting, how can I do gyming?

There was another door at the end of the gym and I watched him enter some password on the small box type thing that was beside the door. And the door slid open into a corridor.

Without saying anything, I followed him inside; the corridor led to a hall where different types of guns were placed on the wall and on the tables that were placed there.

On one side of the wall, there were cardboard targets for practicing.

"Hold this", Isaac said giving me a pistol.

And I took the pistol from his hand.

"Now", he spoke, "Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, pointing slightly away from the target. Keep your legs straight and knees soft."

"Can you repeat?" He gave me those instructions so quickly that I was not able to register a single thing.

He sighed shaking his head.

But instead of repeating, he came and stood right behind, so that my back was almost pressed against his front.

I could feel his breath fanning my neck and that made me hot and his cologne invaded my mind.

No, not again. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to teach me.

He gently grabbed my shoulder, and positioned them. Next he bend down a little, and positioned my legs but after positioning them, as he stood up, he kept his hands on my legs or should say they were resting on the side of my thigh and very slowly, he brought his hand up, making sure they were brushing along the curves of my body making me shiver.

He was teasing me.

I wasn't facing him but I could feel that he had a smirk on his face knowing that his touch was affecting me so badly.

The torture ended as his hands finally reached up and he gently grabbed both my biceps.

"What happened, Thera?", he whispered in my ears in a low, husky and sexy sound making me gulp.

Don't do all that.

"No-nothin-g."

"Are you scared?", he spoke in that tone again and I could feel his lips touching my earlobe.

"N-no", I lightly shook my head.

"Then why are you shivering?", his voice got even deeper and husky as he ran his finger down my bare arm(cause I was wearing a sleeveless top) causing goosebumps to cover my whole body.

I was almost on the verge of losing my self-control and was about to turn around and smash my lips upon his but...I didn't.

Instead I immediately stepped away from him and handing the gun over to him I said, "Let it be. I don't wanna learn."

"Giving up so early?"

"No, I...I just changed my mood."

His smirk got wider because he knew why I was refusing.

"Well...if you don't want to learn then let it be", he said, walking past me to keep the gun back, making sure that his arms brushed against mine.

I stared at his back as he walked infront of me to the table; his broad shoulders, the way his muscles bulged out of the tight black t-shirt he was wearing and his silky hair.

I gulped, trying to control my raging hormones.

He is going to be the death of me.