Wed or Dead

XXI

"Oliver, I respect you as a coworker, but if you touch my woman again, I'll have to make you regret it," He said, simply, Rafael seemed to be talking about something perfectly normal.

Oliver, of course, apologized, bowed nicely, and vanished from our sight.

"What was that supposed to be?" Eliana asked angrily. "Don't you need to continue the conversation with your girlfriend?"

"So you are jealous after all. She's not my girlfriend"

"I'm not jealous. If you want to interact with other women feel free to do so I will do the same with men"

His hold on her hand tightened painfully.

"I don't like anyone touching my property," Rafael said firmly, his eyes darkening.

"I am not your property," Eliana said not backing down.

"For the next six months, you are my property which means no man has the right to touch you"

"You have no power over me" she responded stubbornly.

"I will warn you for the last time, Eliana. I don't want to see any man touching you ever. You better make sure it doesn't happen, understand? "

"Suddenly I want to have a one-night stand with Oliver," she said, unnecessarily trying to provoke him. Rafael wasn't the type of person who responded to challenge by backing away.

"Oh really? Antonio, invite Oliver to Lorenzo's office. We need to discuss something"

"Of course sir"

"Come on,"

Oh shit, what has she done? Eliana was bluffing. He knows, right?

Soon,  they found themselves in an empty office.

Oliver soon appeared in the room, his face was pale. He was shaking.

"Oliver, Eliana here has expressed a desire to sleep with you, I'd like to know why you decided to seduce my fiancée. I thought there was a friendship between us"

"What? Not. I would never. Jesus, I'm sorry, I would never. Of course, there's a friendship between us"

"Stop it," Eliana said terrified at the sight of the scene. She couldn't believe this.

"Be quiet, Eliana," Rafael ordered. "I'm wondering what should I do with your almost lover? Hurt him? Kill him?" poor Oliver looked like he's about to drop dead any minute from stress.

"You can't wait. I'm sorry. Could you please not," Eliana said with a fresh surge of determination. Damn, why did she have to prove it to him?

"It depends on how pretty your "sorry" you are. Make your apology convincing"

Wait, what did he mean? I blushed.

"Pretty please? I asked shyly and I did the only thing I could think of. I kissed him on the cheek.

For some reason, it worked like a charm. Eliana could hear a snap of Rafael's fingers as he ordered "Get him out of here and... "he glanced at terrified men "Get him a drink and bring something for Eliana too"

"We're not going back there?" Eliana pointed with hope at the door.

"We're not finished yet, love" Rafael said amused by her eagerness to leave.