Why do you care?

CAMILLA
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I kid you not when I say I would have grabbed her wrists and flung her halfway across the room, not minding the fact that she was taller and from the looks of it, fairly older than I was. I personally did not understand what gave her the audacity to threaten me because of a mere man.
Okay, maybe mister Ivan was not just any man, but it did not change anything. It was women like her that made me sick to my stomach and made these men think they could do whatever they wanted just because they looked like mythical Greek gods and held a quarter of the world in their bank accounts.
First of all, it was very wrong of her to assume that I was in love with mister Ivan, that was nothing short of a cruel joke. Secondly, her hands were on my face! Who the hell did she think she was to touch me like that? And lastly, a threat? The only person who would regret anything would be her if she did not get her sorry sight out of my face in five…four…three…
I counted the seconds in my head.
Two…one…
"Camilla."
The intruding voice caused her hands to fall from my face. The voice also commanded my attention to the speaker. I turned my face towards him and watched as he stared down at her. His eyes narrowed on her, forehead creased in a frown. I heard her scoff gently.
What was even going on with these two? Weren't they all up in each other's genitals last night?
Then this eerie tension this morning?
Remind me why I stayed away from love and complicated issues like this.
Yes. It was staring right in front of me.
He tore his eyes away from her and I saw her shoulders and face fall from the corner of my eyes. His burning gaze stole my attention, including that of my mind's eyes. I looked away from her and focused on him.
"Come with me." He stated.
She took one step forward and he leered at her.
"Camilla." He spat out. The blonde woman stood still, while I moved past her and walked towards mister Ivan.
I swear that I could dart pins stab my back as I walked.
I walked quietly behind mister Ivan. He did not appear to be going to work today. He was clad in nothing but joggers and a vest, he had a black towel around his neck. From the sweat that soaked his clothes and dripped from the back of his neck, I could tell he was just fresh out the gym.
So, where was he taking me to?
I walked back up the stairs behind him, and watched in silence as he trotted towards his room door. He stood in front of the door and opened it, but there was no way in hell I was going into that room, not when the sheets had not been changed and the floors had not been scrubbed.
I was not about to drink in the smell of semen and sweaty sex. Especially since I wasn't the one who enjoyed it.
I stood in front of the door. I had always been told I was a stubborn person, but he was about to get first hand knowledge of how crazy I could be.
"I'm not going into this room with you." I blurted out. I had been bold, trust me. But, every iota of boldness I had in me disappeared once he turned his back and landed his eyes on me. It became worse when he corked his left brow, and lingered his gaze on my lips.
"What did you say?"
He did not look at my face as he spoke, instead, he focused on my lips. I tried to tell myself it was because he wanted go watch the words roll out of my tongue, and it made sense.
But, that did not stop my stomach from turning on its own accord.
Why was I here? Why did he bring me to his room when another woman was in his shirt, making pancakes in his goddamn kitchen and warning me to stay away from her man?!
What was wrong with these men?
"I said, I would not be going into this room with you." I bit back.
He leaned into his door frame, his eyes not leaving mine for a split second.
I gulped hard on my saliva.
"I heard you the first time." He growled. I frowned and stared up at him, taking the risk of looking into his icy blue eyes. I would have been frozen by them, if I didn't have my anger boiling in the pit of my stomach.
"You need to keep your…guests out of my face. First, it was your brother thinking I was your cook. And now, your girlfriend thinks I'm some kind of competition and even went ahead to threaten me…"
"She what?"
Shit.
It was only now that his eyes darkened on me, and his tall frame stood straight and erect, towering above my small frame, that I knew I had just messed up, and probably put someone's relationship and mental health in danger.
I blinked twice, trying to think of all the one million methods of damage control to salvage the situation.
"Nothing. That was only a slip of the tongue." I spat out.
Okay, maybe I should have thought more carefully about my choice of damage control methods.
"I have to leave, I've got work to do." I continued, turning my back towards him and heading for my room door.
He seized hold of my right elbow almost immediately and flung me into his room with one swift move. It was so fast, my glasses almost fell to the ground.
He shut his door behind us and pinned me to the door.
What was wrong with this man? I mean, obviously there was something wrong with him, or I wouldn't be here in the first place. But, this was all too confusing.
What was he trying to do? What was he playing at?
"Camilla. I would ask you once and I would not repeat myself. Did she hurt you?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words left it. His dark eyes had softened, even though the hardness lurked in the corners. His hot breath fanned my nose as he spoke, my nostrils sipped the scent of his minty flavored breath. I tried to keep my eyes on his forehead, believe me, I did.
But they could not help themselves. They shamelessly dropped to his lips.
Pale red and lush. I gulped hard on my saliva.
"Why?" Was all I managed to mutter.
He frowned slightly.
"Why what?" He barked back.
My gaze flickered from his lips to his eyes. Our gazes locked with an intensity that caused my knees to buckle underneath me.
All the tension and heat emanating from his presence managed to work their way into my panties.
The valley between my legs tingled and I felt a slightly warm liquid sip out of my body and dampen my panties.
He was crazy, no doubt.
Did he not watch movies? Did he not know what being pinned to a door with a man's thick arms pressed to her sides did to a woman?
Or was that his plan?
"Why do you care?" I asked.
He scoffed, loudly.
"I don't."
My eyes narrowed on him.
"It doesn't look like that." I bit back, his scowl deepened.
"What are you talking about?"
"You have me pinned to the back of your door, your arms are pressed to my sides as though you do not intend to let me go. If you do not care mister Ivan, why then am I standing here? In this room, with you?"
His eyes softened, but not for long. He seemed thoughful for a while, before he spoke.
"This is not a therapy session Camilla." He muttered.
A small smile crept up to my cheeks, my lips spread into a thin line.
"You caught me. You're smarter than I thought." I said to him. If he was amused, he did a good job at hiding it.
"Shut up." He snapped.
He only successfully riled up the spirit of my stubborness. Camilla Theodore never did what she was asked to do, except she wanted to do it.
I stared him, straight into the eyes before I spoke.
"No."
In that moment, the air around us seemed to disappear through his open window. I could not hear myself breathe, or feel his breath against my face.
We were silent, the only sounds were that of our hearts pounding against our chest, with a synchrony that caused my knees to wobble.
"Fuck you." He spat out.
But, before I could manage a retort, his lips came crashing down on mine, forcing my words down my throat.