The Model And The Don

Chapter 7

"Come here."

I have to fight of the smirk that wants to take over my face. I have to keep my mouth close from saying something smart.

I slowly walk over to him, only adding gasoline to the fire.

His warm, large hands grasp my hips, pressing my body against his body. It's strange having him touch my skin in a manner that has never happened before.

I allow my eyes to travel up his chest until they match with his eyes. The desire is known for anyone who can see.

"This should be illegal." He rasps, tugging slightly on the strings holding the top to my body.

"How so?" I ask with the tilt of my head.

"Nobody should be allowed to see this." He replies, dragging is hand down my body but in reality, it's short strokes of his arm since for some ungodly know reason, his hands are bigger than my face.

"But, you don't follow the law." I remind him, putting my arm around his neck and pulling him closer to me. I feel the length of him on my stomach, need pooling in my stomach

"Exactly." He mumbles, staring at my lips.

"Is there something you would like to tell me?" I whisper, glancing at his lips.

This is a dangerous game, we could be starting. I guess you could say that we've gotten closer since he's been around so much.

I enjoy the stares he gives me, the long conversations we have, the silent moments where we enjoy each other company.

I don't think he still needs to be with me. After all, it's been 4 weeks and nothing has happened. Even though, a few pictures of us two have escaped. But I must say, having his company has been the most fun I've had in a good while.

"What if there is?" He asks, tilting his head while trailing his hands down my back before grabbing the skin of my ass in his hands. His eyes searches my face for something. Uncomfortableness? Pity? Embarrassment?

"Tell me." I say, tangling my fingers in his short hair, pulling slightly. 

He pauses, letting the tension fill the air before speaking. "You are mine, mine too take care of, mine too adore, mine too fuck." He says, slowly but stern, staring into the deep hole of my eyes.  He makes sure I know that he means every word that comes out of his mouth.

"It may not happen now but the time will come and it's nearby." He says, pushing me by my ass to get impossibly closer.

I smile, making him look at the movement. He leans closer, so close, I can feel the warmth of his breath blow onto my lips. I have to close my eyes from the fog in my brain.

"Karlie, I know you are not about to kiss this man when you're about to be on the catwalk in 5 minutes!"

I sigh, opening my eyes, seeing him glare at Samantha. I turn in his hold and leaning my back against him.

"So, what if I am?" I ask, cheekily with a bright smile.

"Go get in line, Karlie." She chuckles, shaking her head slightly.
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"Why does everything you own, I can actually see you owning it?"

"That's because when I want something, I get it." He says, putting his hand on my hip.

"I feel like that has a double meaning." I chuckle, letting him pull me to his side as he guides us through his home, his mansion.

It gives me very fond memories of when we first met and how he let me go, only to find me in another state a few days later.

"John." Jaxon greets shortly to a guy in the kitchen before lifting me onto a counter.

"Don." John returns.

"Don." I mock, wrapping my legs around his as he tries to walk away from me. I'd never admit it but 'John' scares the living shit out of me.

"Don't call me that. I don't like those words coming out of your mouth." He says, sternly as his hand cups my face while his thumb trails my bottom lip.

"Is this another one of your whores?" John asks as his eyes bounces between Jaxon and I.

"Whores?" I exclaim before Jaxon can speak. "Do I look like a whore to you?" No hate to whores. They seem to be doing better than me.

"Watch who you're talking to, little girl." John grits through his teeth.

It seems Jaxon is letting me take charge of this or maybe, he's to far into his own world as he rubs my thighs.

"I'm watching, I don't see much. You're a damn minion, who runs errands but hey! Props to you, I wouldn't have the patience for being someone's dog." I say, shrugging slightly.

"Get your bitch, Don." John orders, making Jaxon slowly raise his head, glaring at him.

"She's taking perfectly good care for herself but I will say one thing." He pauses, pulling me by my thighs closer to him. "You will treat her as you treat me. One word from her and you won't live long enough to see the sun rise." Jaxon finishes.

John clenches his jaw before jerking back his chair and storming out of the kitchen.

I take a deep breath.

  "Well that was fun."