Chapter 10: The Fight

Daisy Dyer's POV

Information burglar.

I was narrowing my eyes before he was arching his eyebrow at me. My nose was flaring as I was taking in deep breaths to control my anger to sucker punch him right now.

"That's right. You're just like your father. You will try to steal something from my research so that you can use it for your good," he said. I scoffed at him before I was shaking my head at him.

I knew it, he was mad!

I was laughing bitterly before I was looking at him. I can only see red. I don't know what provoked me to resort to violence but here I was, trying to think of one thousand one ways that I can torture him right now.

"Well, I think you're a bit like your father as well. Since you love to hang onto his words every second of it.i think if he was still alive, you will be a daddy's boy," I said as I was crossing my hands in front of my chest.

I see that Dylan's nose flared. I smirked as I did irk him more than I should. Who said that I cannot do what he was doing to me? Breaking me emotionally?

I would laugh if anyone did believe that I was a good Southern Belle. I was far from it. I was what the cowboys considered as a force to be reckoned with.

"Why you—"

"What? You cannot handle the truth? My, my. I think you have a big problem, Windell. Since you love to say that I was not a good scientist and that you accused my father of stealing your father's work, I think you all talk and not that much on doing. Just as how you were on your research," I said as I was walking to my table. I think it was a cue for me to fight back.

"And since when you wanted to take more serious of your work, Windell? Until you don't have enough money to support your project? Or maybe you fuck your way to get the funding that you desperately need," I said and before I can do any more verbal damage to Dylan Windell, I was lying flat on the floor as Dylan was on top of me.

"You and your pretty mouth. I ought to think that you are not what you seem to be, Daisy Dyer," he said as he was gripping my throat. I was shocked to see that he was attacking me! This is a sexual assault.

"Let me go, you bastard!"

"Not until you take back what you said about me and my father," he said as he was gripping my neck even more. I laughed bitterly before I turned to look into his stormy eyes. It was untamed and I think fury was behind it.

But that alone will never frighten me.

I was raised in the wild and among cowboys. I was not afraid to use a gun if anyone steps on my property and right now, Dylan Windell was doing much more than that.

"Get off me, you brute!" I said as I was pushing him off me. I did not think that I can beat his strength to get Dylan Windell off me.

"Not until you take those words back,"

"Not so good when it was your turn to know the truth, is it?" I taunted him before he clenched his jaw. He was narrowing his eyes at me before I was doing the same thing. He would not terrify me anymore as I just found out his true color.

"Get off me, Windell, or I swear I will tell people that you were sexually harassing me," I said as I was looking at him. He looked at our position before he traveled his eyes up and down on my body. He lingered on my breasts before he returned his stormy gaze on my face.

I cannot think of anything right now since I was very much aware of his body heat and strength on top of me. I think I might sense his hardness as well.

Wait, what!

I turned to look at him as he was smirking at me. He knew. He knew that he was hard against me! I felt like I was being used by him right now. I cannot think but I need to get him off me, ASAP.

"Get off Windell. I swear," I said as I was pushing at his chest before he was gripping my hands and put it above my head. I was staring at him as my eyes were widened now. I cannot think but if my thoughts were correct, he was trying to show that he can do me anything that he wanted.

"Windell!" I hissed at him before he was looking into my brown orbs. His stormy was dark and I don't know why. I may be trapped underneath him but I will not let him take advantage of me right now.

"Let see if you can tell the people that you were being assaulted if you are enjoying this as well," he said and the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine.

It was not tender or sweet like the ones that I read in the novel, but it was rough, hot, and demanding. He wanted me to submit to him, to acknowledge that my father DID steal his father's work.

But I don't have any proof to say that my father did not and I don't think that he would have solid proof as well to show that my father was his father's murderer.

"Hmm," I tried to protest as he was slanting his mouth in a different angle, to deepen the kiss. I did not know that but then I was being consumed by him. By his mouth, tongue, and strength.

I was writhing under him but the sexual tension that I was feeling for him for 2 years was resurfacing. I don't think that would be the best idea for me or Windell. I cannot let him know that I was gripping for his attention for the last 2 years.

But it seems I was not the only one that was affected.

Dylan was snaking his arm around my waist as he was kissing me while he was rubbing me on the needy spot, I moaned in the kiss before he was gripping my waist and releasing my hands.

I thought I might push him away but I did something different again. I was wounding my hands around his neck as I was pulling him closer.

Mother of Joseph!

I don't know what was going on but I was not giving up on the kiss. I felt like this was a dream that I don't want to wake up and face the consequences of reality. Then, Dylan broke that kiss.

"Now, let see if you wanted to tell people about that now," he whispered before he was getting off me. I was looking at him with my hazy eyes before he walked out of the lab and left me there.

I sat up as I was touching my lips. It was tingled and I felt that my clothes were in disarray. Damn it! I cannot tell the security that I was being assaulted now because I was responding to his kiss as well.

If I did tell them, Dylan would surely tell them that I was responding to them and I was just trying to get the attention of the board. I gritted my teeth before I was standing up from the ground and I was determined to get even with him.

Just you wait, Dylan Windell!

I went out of the lab as the cold air was hitting me. I turned to look at my watch, it was 7 PM. I gritted my teeth as I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. But the subway will be here at 8:!0 PM. I sighed.

Might as well get some food for Ella before I went home.

I opened the door of the house after I unlocked it. Ella was very practical. She would always lock the door whenever she was home or not. I smiled as I remembered the days that we were roommates and how she locked me out one night.

"Hey, I thought you would wait for me to come home together?" I said as I was looking at Ella who was looking, okay more like staring at the ceiling. Ella turned to look at me before I was looking at my clothes.

Damn it, I forgot to make it presentable.

"Where have you been? I see that you have better days than me," she said before I was scowling at her. I went to the kitchen before I was putting the plastic bag of dinner that I bought for us.

"What's that?"

"Dinner," I replied shortly. Ella, being the shameless person she was, went to look inside the bag as I was putting my stuff away before she saw her favorite inside.

"Hmm, I hope they have a lot of hot sauce," she commented as I laughed at her. I went to shrug off my coat before we were prepping for our dinner.

"Well, I did ask the server to put so much of the hot sauce as they can. I don't know how much you can get away with hot sauce. Don't you feel like your stomach was churning or something?" I asked as Ella shrugged at me.

"I don't feel anything like it. Maybe my digestion has been normal with the hot sauce and all of that. My aunt and uncle would not approve of this dinner," she said as she was smiling. I arched my eyebrow at her.

"Why?"

"Nothing, so why don't we tackle this? I have been starving!" She said as I was laughing at her eagerness. At least one of us was having a good day.

"Let's. I have been waiting forever in the line," I said as we were taking bites of our food.