Chapter 111 - 111 SiSi Baby Sitting

"Woman! Calm down!" he yells, grabbing my jaw and pulling it to the centre so I have to look at him.

I shut my eyes, puffing and panting like an exhausted greyhound.

I'm not going to let him manipulate me with his alluring persuasion.

"Open your eyes, babe," He ordered.

"I'm f**king not!" I sound so childish, but I know if I do, I'll be swallowed up in l.u.s.t.

"Mouth. Open," He shakes my jaw slightly.

"No!" I firm.

"Okay! Fine," he shouts, while I continue to struggle.

"Listen to me, lady. You're not going anywhere. I've told you repeatedly, so get f**king use to it!" He shifts his body so he has a firmer grip of me.

"I'm only going to the office, shortly I  will get back and we're going to sit down to talk about us." He says calmly.

Immediately I stop struggling.

Talk about us?

What? Wedding or? What?

Like a proper discussion about what the hell is going on here because I'm desperate to know this.

"Cards on the table. No more f**king about, no more drunken confessions and no more holding out on me. Understand now?" His breathing is heavy, his tone determined.

This is what I've wanted all along, clarity and understanding of our relationship. I'm so bloody confused. I need to know what all this is and then, maybe, I can work out whether I need to break away.

And what's this about drunken confessions and holding out?

I open my eyes to sludgy green gazing down at me. He relaxes his grip on my jaw.

"Come with me, I need you with me." He's almost pleading.

"For what? I'm not a magician." I sneer.

"I just do. I can't understand why so har to come with me." He says.

I take a deep breath.

"I don't feel comfortable." Yes, that's the truth.

He should be able to figure out for himself the reason why I don't feel comfortable to be at his office either The Mansion.

Probably, he can't be that stupid right for not being able to detect the situation right.

"Why don't you feel comfortable?"

Oh, God. He is. Okay okay. Maybe he is that much stupid.

"Grhhh, I just don't." I snap.

His brow knits and he commences lip chomping.

"Please, my babe," He pleads.

I shake my head.

"No! I'm not coming." I say firmly.

He sighs.

"Hmm. Promise me that you'll be here when I get home then. Because we need to sort this shit out." He orders.

" Yeah, okay. I'll be waiting here." I assure him.

I'm desperate to sort this shit out so I'm not going anywhere.

"Thank you, love," he whispers, resting his forehead on mine and clenching his eyes shut.

I feel immense hope blossoming inside me at his determination to sort this shit out.

He lifts himself, without so much as kissing me, and leaves the room.

I stay on the bed, recovering from my pointless physical battle, wondering what's going to be established from the laying of cards and sorting of shit. I'm torn between admitting to him how do I feel or waiting to hear what he has to say first.

Oh, what will he say? So many needs a clarifying.

So it's about 'us', so what with 'us'?

Intense hot affair or more? I need it to be more, but I can't cope with his trampling and unreasonableness.

It's very exhausting.

There was no denying the look of pure torment on his handsome face.

What's running through that complex mind of his?

Why does he need me?

Argghhhh! So many questions…

I close my eyes, trying to re-establish some steady breaths, and find myself drifting into a semi-exhausted coma.

Suddenly the phone next to the bed starts ringing, snapping my eyes open.

Oh, there SiSi!

I scramble up the bed and answer.

" Send her up, Mi Ke." I fling a t-shirt on and run down the stairs, throwing the door open as SiSi exits the elevator.

Yes, I'm so glad to see her, because I need her right now, but how does he thinks that I need babysitting is beyond me.

I run at her, flinging my arms around her desperately.

"Whoa! Is someone is so happy to see me?" She returns my violent hug, my face buried in her brown locks.

I didn't realise how much I needed to see her.

"Are you going to invite me into the tower, or are we staying put?" She asks.

I pull away.

"Oops, sorry," I blow my hair out of my face.

"Hmm, I'm in a mess, SiSi. And you've been letting others rummage through my things again." I add on a scowl.

" Baby Wei Lin, your man turned up at six in the morning, banging until I awake open the door to him. Plus he brought a few men with, so I just let him do his thing, it's not like anyone can stop your man. He is a powerful man in this S City and that things, he only need to flick his hand to get what he wants." Sisi says in awe.

"Not only that. He's more than that actually," I reconfirm her statement.

She looks at me all sorrowful, taking my hand and leading me back into the penthouse.

" Wow, I can't believe he lives here," she mutters, directing me into the kitchen.

" You, Sit." She points to a stool.

I rest my backside on the seat, watching as SiSi refreshes her memory of the impressive kitchen.

" Sisi. I can't make you tea or coffee because he has no milk and the housekeeper is on holiday."

"Wow. He has a housekeeper,' she says to herself. 'Of course, he does. Many of then especially from Feng Mansion. But just this housekeeper he allows being here." She shakes her head and goes to the fridge, collecting two bottles of water, before coming to sit next to me.

"Oh, holy master. Now tell me what's going on?" She asks.

" Oh no. What am I going to do, SiSi?" I rest my head in my hands.

"Still I can't believe he called you here, just so I don't leave here," I say.

"Doesn't that tell you something in advance?" She says as what on his thought.

"Yes, that he's a control freak! And he's so intense," I look up to SiSi, who's smiling faintly.

What's to smile about?

I'm in turmoil here.

"SiSi, I don't know where I am with him," I confessed.

"Have you told him or discuss it?" she asks, with a perfectly plucked brow arched at me.

" No, I really can't," I say weakly.

" But why?" she blurts, totally surprised.

" SiSi, I don't know what I am to him. And why he wants to marry me? He can be so gentle and loving, saying things I can't get my head around, and the next minute, he's brutally fierce, unreasonable and controlling. He tries to control me!" I open my water, taking a swig to moisten my dry mouth.

" What more serious is he manipulates me with his alluring when I don't jump at his command, e would crush anyone, including me, if they get in the way of him. He's bordering on impossible. No, he is very impossible and ridiculous."