Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
The blood in my veins turns to ice, and my brain seems to freeze while simultaneously running a thousand miles a minute. How does he know where I want to go to school? How does he know that I’ve barely left California all my life?
Somehow, Malik seems to know a lot of intimate details about my life, and I know virtually nothing about him. From everything Dawson has said about him, I think I know better than to ask. But that doesn’t make this any less unsettling.
What makes it all the more nerve-racking is the fact that he seems to actually care. I’m not used to people taking an interest in me. Nobody ever has, at least not before I met Dawson. But now here’s Malik, some strange old man I met one time, who seems to know more about me than he should.
It’s unnerving, and it makes my stomach twist so much, I feel like I could vomit on the spot. I don’t know what’s going on, and I have a sinking suspicion that says it’s something to do with why Dawson wanted to leave as quickly as he did. But what do I have to prove that?
“When will you be back?” Malik asks after a moment when I don’t respond. Any sane person would hear that I’m uncomfortable and try to end the conversation, but I don’t think Malik cares.
“I’m not entirely sure. As I said, this meeting was very last minute, and Dawson is busy at the moment, so I can’t ask him.” I bite the inside of my cheek to try to focus on anything other than the discomfort I feel. I don’t want him to know that he’s causing this reaction.
“How about you ask him when you see him so we can make plans. When you’re back, you’re going to dinner with me,” Malik says. It’s not lost on me that he didn’t ask if I wanted to go to dinner with him. He only told me that I am.
Once again, I hesitate to respond. This is a sticky situation to be in. I distinctly remember Dawson mentioning the he’s not the kind of man you say no to. He refused to elaborate further, and my imagination is good enough to figure out what that means.
My instinct is to say hell no and hang up the phone. Sitting across from a man like him at dinner, knowing he’ll have the same look in his eyes that he did at the nightclub, the same look that Richard had when he was trying to feel me up, makes the bile rise in my throat.
But as much as I want to say no, would that impact his business relationship with Dawson? With Richard, he practically sold me out to him for the promise of their business relationship. Maybe it’s the same with Malik?
But at the same time, Dawson did rescue me from the dinner with Richard before things could escalate. Maybe that’s because he doesn’t actually want me to do things like this. I think about all the times Dawson has told me that I’m his, and no man is allowed to touch me, and I can’t help but think that applies here.
Dawson wouldn’t want me to degrade myself by humoring a dinner with someone like Malik just for his own business arrangements.
“Thank you so much for the offer, but I have to work,” I say, forcing a friendly and charming voice to soften the blow. Malik isn’t the kind of man you say no to, so when I say it, I want to make it as sugary sweet as possible. How could he possibly hate something like that?
“I never gave you a date.” The friendliness in his voice disappears, and my nerves are on edge. He obviously knows that I’m lying and just trying to get out of this. Can he really blame me?
“Sorry, just thought I always work at night,” I quickly say, laughing to soothe the situation. Malik is not amused.
“Tell your boss he needs to loosen your leash,” Malik says with annoyance clear in his voice. It’s tight, like he’s on edge and about to snap any moment. All this because I said no to him.
I’m relieved to be far away from him because I don’t know what he would do if this were at the nightclub. I can almost envision his eyes darkening as he watches me, how the amused, friendly demeanor shifts when he’s rejected.
My heart beats rapidly against my chest, and I feel my anxiety starting to take hold. I might have messed up big time. I shouldn’t have even answered this call. Now, I might have done irreparable damage to Dawson and Malik’s relationship, and that’s not even mentioning that this could very well be putting me in some kind of danger.