CHAPTER 87: TERMS AND CONDITIONS

Chapter SEVENTY SEVEN

**OLIVER WEST**

There was no difference, if I called him husband, there was no way I was going to live because I was going to throw myself off the roof.

It was death all the same.

"As you wish them," Kieran’s smirk was diabolical and I was suddenly overwhelmed with panic.

This Lunatic, what if he actually went ahead with it?

A sharp knock on the door shattered the moment like glass. My head snapped in the direction hopefully.

Who could my savior be?

"Kieran? Oliver?" Mrs. Morrison’s voice called from the hallway.

I gazed at Kieran, expecting him to instantly let go of me, but he didn’t. His mom was just outside and his hand was still inside my pants.

"Oliver, your mother is on the phone." Kieran’s mom called out again.

Kieran’s entire body went rigid against mine, and he let out a long string of curses under his breath.

"Kieran, let go!" I winced, the arms that had been holding me possessively just seconds ago suddenly felt like steel traps.

"Kieran?" His mother called again when neither of us responded.

"Let go!" I mouthed to Kieran once again, but he completely ignored me.

"We’re sleeping," Kieran called back, his voice tight with barely controlled irritation, making no move to release me.

WHAT?!

HE COULD TALK TO HIS MOM LIKE THIS?

My mom would have definitely kicked my door open like a commando if I tried this.

Just thinking about it swept a shudder through me.

"Oliver needs to take this call, it is important."

I tried to scramble away from Kieran, but his grip on my waist tightened.

"Stay," He whispered fiercely against my ear, his voice carrying a warning that made my stomach tighten with a knot.

He could ignore his mom, but I couldn’t ignore mine without getting my ass whooped, also, I was worried.

What if something was wrong with Pumpkin? What if there was news about our house?

Panic overrode everything else.

"I have to go, Kieran please" I whispered back, his grip loosened lightly and I managed to pull free.

Kieran’s glare could have melted steel as I frantically arranged my clothes that were wrinkled from sleeping in them.

I adjusted my trousers while trying to ignore the way Kieran was watching my every movement like a predator whose prey had just escaped.

I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. Anxiety of facing Kieran’s mom suddenly struck my heart.

Did I look different? Could Mrs. Morrison tell what we’d been doing?

My face felt like it was on fire, and my hair was sticking up in every direction.

Oh god, what if she knows? What if she can tell? Do I look guilty?

I ran my fingers through my hair desperately, trying to tame it into something resembling normal. Behind me, I could feel Kieran’s eyes boring into my back, radiating displeasure at being interrupted.

Taking a shaky breath, I opened the door.

Mrs. Morrison stood in the hallway, perfectly put together even at this early hour.

Her hair was styled, her makeup flawless, she wore a crisp blouse and pencil skirt like she was ready for a business meeting instead of breakfast at home.

"Good morning, Oliver, I hope you slept well?" She smiled at me. Her gaze seemed kind just like when she welcomed me yesterday, but my senses were overly active.

Did her gaze linger on my wrinkled shirt? Does she notice my flushed cheeks?

"Yes, thank you." I cleared my throat as she handed me her phone.

"Your mother said you weren’t answering your calls, so she called me. I guess she wanted to check on you and discuss some arrangements"

My mom’s voice came on the speaker a few seconds later. "OLIVER, WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSWER!!! DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS?!!!"

I winced from the phone. Yep, this was definitely preferable to having Kieran completely ruin my dick.

"THAT’S ALL, GOODBYE, I’M OFF TO WORK,"

I blinked at the phone.

This was it?

Why was I even surprised? She’d basically carted me to Kieran.

Yesterday, she’d made it known that she couldn’t wait to get rid of me.

I handed Mrs. Morrison her phone sheepishly.

"Breakfast is already downstairs, you can come down with Kieran,"

I didn’t even get to respond because in the next moment, the door behind me suddenly pushed open.

An arm stretched out, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged into the room I just escaped from.

The door slammed closed behind me and my back hit the wall.

WHAT?

I met Kieran’s irritated gaze as he caged me with both arms pressed to the sides of my head.

"Are you done now? Can we continue?"

Continue to break my dick? Hell no!

Wait!" I gasped, scrambling to put distance between us, but there was nowhere to go.

"We need to set up some rules, we can’t just act as we please!!"

Kieran raised an eyebrow, and when he didn’t say anything, I continued, all the rules I’d made up in my head yesterday.

"No sex, no referring to me as your pet, no spanking me and definitely no attempting to break my dick" I said firmly, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to look more confident than I felt.

"No," Kieram replied immediately, without even a second of consideration. "NO. NO." He added a second later, without missing a beat.

My mouth went dry as the Sahara desert as I craned my neck at him.

"Then I won’t be your boyfriend. You just want my body, don’t you? William was right about guys like you..."

The moment William’s name left my lips, the temperature in the room plummeted. Kieran’s expression turned deadly, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.

"William?" He asked, his voice so quiet it was practically a whisper. But somehow that made it infinitely more terrifying.

"What about William? What did he tell you?"

I slammed my mouth shut, realizing I’d made a catastrophic mistake. Kieran grabbed my chin, clearly intending to interrogate me further, but I was also determined not to let him win again.

"Forget about William. If this is truly going to work, then you must listen to me more. Just don’t call me a pet, treat me harshly or have sex. Isn’t it simple?"