'Uncomfortable'

'He won't leave me alone. Oh, leave me alone.'

Warnings - non-con touching, swearing

my senses when he thankfully pulled his red lips away from mine, my dark eyes glaring into mine, before his face twisted into an image of disgust. "God, you fucking reek" he sneered as he straightened his back.

I said nothing in reply, despite the bubbling anger and frustration building inside me, knowing I would be forced to bare the consequences if I even made a noise let alone said a word. Of course I'm going to smell bad, you guys don't let me shower. I forced myself to stay silent as I turned my focus to the floor.

Letting out a small gasp as he grabbed my wrist abruptly, and began dragging me out of the office, the unfortunately familiar corridors filling my vision. Before we finally stopped in front of a door.

He tightened his grip on my worst before clutching onto the door handle and swinging open the door. The room was fairly dark, considering the dark, tall curtains that partially covered half the windows displaying the night sky that was lit up my the sharp lights from neighbouring skyscrapers and buildings.

The room itself was quite messy, various clothes were thrown everywhere, I recognised some of the suits and other items of clothing, indicating this was Chan's room. And also some other clothes and other items that clearly weren't his, such as various bras, underwear, women's perfume etcetera all lazily thrown about the room. Without hesitation, he dragged me through the room, to a second door within the room. The room also strangely strongly smelled of the cologne that the red sweater that I was wearing was drowned in...

Swinging open the door, he harshly threw me into the room, causing me to stumble but managing to catch myself on the nearby counter. Hearing the door loudly slam behind me, I took a second to survey my surroundings, the bathroom was fairly simple, yet clearly expensive, containing a bathtub, a sink and counter, a toilet and a shower.

Without saying anything, he grabbed me by my shoulders, spinning me to face him and began to try and take off the red sweater. Causing my heart to drop and for panic to settle in my stomach.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" I exclaimed in panic as I tried to force his rough hands off of me. He rolled his eyes in frustration as he relaxed him arms for a moment. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm undressing you so that you can shower dumbass," he said, muttering the last part.

I looked up at him worryingly as I tried to negotiate with him. "Can't I have some privacy or something? Even if you just turn around, I won't try anything I swear." I pleaded.

"You think I'm stupid enough to trust you to be on your own? No way." He scoffed as he successfully took off the sweater, lazily throwing it into the corner of the room.

Feeling exposed and humiliated, I tried my best to cover my chest with my hands, not wanting him to see me. "Oh don't be so dramatic." He mocked as he began to take my shorts and underwear off.

Salty tears began softly falling down my face as my face became red with embarrassment. Before I knew it tears were fully streaming down my face as I stood naked in front of him.

He began filling the bathtub with hot water as stood there awkwardly, trying my best to cover up. Once the tub was completely filled, he turned to me and grabbed my wrist. "Sit." He demanded, pointing to the water.

Swinging my legs over the sides of the tub, I slowly lowered by body to a sitting position into the hot water, wincing slightly at the temperature of the water. Cringing as I felt a cold substance touch my skin, rough hands massaged the soap into my skin. Anxiety settled in my stomach as I felt his calloused hands reach near my breasts and thighs.

Becoming even more humiliated when I heard him chuckle at my discomfort, my neck twisting uncomfortably when I felt his fingers harshly twist my hair as he messaged the shampoo in. Then doing the same with the conditioner at the ends of my hair.

Once he was done, he roughly pulled me up from my sitting position by my armpits like I was a child, getting his own clothing wet it the process. And wrapping a soft, white towel around my body.

Walking back into the bedroom, he chucked me a black T-shirt and some of his black boxers, which I was very uncomfortable wearing. "Just leave your hair to dry or something cause I don't wanna dry it." He lazily waved his hand in a dismissive manner as he walked closer to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, lowering his head to rest of my shoulders. Causing me to freeze in fear.

"God your so pretty" he softly mumbled, slightly closing his eyes as he protectively tightened his grip on my waist. "Why won't you let me love you?" He asked, not expecting an answer.

I let out a slightly silent sigh of relief as he unwrapped his arms from my waist and took his head off my shoulders, his blonde hair falling over his eyes as he looked up at me with admiring, brown eyes. "Come on, you must be tired." He stated softly. Making me wonder 'why is he being so kind to me, at one point he's hurting me, the next he's caring for me?!'

Letting him drag me over to the king sized bed by my wrist, he tore back the covers, and lightly shoved me forward. Causing me to grunt quietly as I hit the mattress. Unexpectedly, he sat down on the bed, placing the cover over the both of us. And once again, wrapping both arms around my waist, and pushing his toned body against mine. Coaxing me to go to sleep, but I knew that as long as he was near me, I could never let my guard down.

Word count - 1211

Hey :)) sorry it's been so long since I've uploaded a chapter, I've been really busy with exams. I've actually got a history one tomorrow lmao (ofc I haven't revised for it)

I rlly hope all of u guys are okay as we haven't spoken in a while. And fun fact, I actually considered discontinuing this book (for like this 600th time), but I didn't 💪💪 cause I'm determined to finish this book lol.

Stay safe :)

-Polly <3