"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
Still avoiding his eyes, the beautiful American quickly replied, "I need to get cleaned up. I have an appointment with Bennet this morning. I didn't realize it was so late."
"You're not going any fucking where!" John growled as he jumped off the bed and roughly pulled her body against his. He knew she was lying to him and avoiding his question, and that infuriated him. Was Gillian not responding to him because she was too embarrassed to tell him no? He thought he had seen love deep in her clover colored eyes last night, but maybe it had been wishful thinking on his part. He wanted to push Gillian to respond, but if she rejected him, he would be devastated. Deciding not to ruin the mood of the morning, he sighed loudly, "Kitten, I already have plans for us this morning. I wanted you to attend a meeting with me in Paris, and then we'll be flying back to London."
"John, I haven't packed my things yet! Plus, I already called Bennet. He is meeting me at the hospital in about an hour and a half."
"The staff began packing your things last night, kitten," John replied calmly as rage filled her eyes and she began to struggle in his arms.
"Damn it, Bear!" Gillian yelled, trying to push John back, but he only tightened his hold. "You had no right to do that! What if I had said no? I'm not one of your servants you can boss around!"
"I was not taking no for an answer last night, so your response mattered little, kitten," John admitted smugly, the vein flexing in his neck. Seeing that Gillian was getting ready to explode, he added, "Look, before you begin yelling at me, let me explain. I want you in my life, kitten. How much fucking clearer can I make that? Even if you had said no, I was prepared to carry your lovely ass out of here because I know you want me, too. You say I have issues with control, but you, my beautiful kitten, overthink every damn thing! If you work on your issues, then I will work on mine."
Gillian listened to John's words and felt her anger leaving. Last night, she had been very angry at the British billionaire, but he was right. If he had thrown her over his shoulder and hauled her ass out of France, she would have let him. John was also right about the overthinking. She had a bad habit of talking herself out of things, even the things she wanted most. She wanted John, and for once, she wasn't going to let her foolish pride get in the way. She also wasn't going to let John dictate her actions.
"Okay, John, fine. I'll make a conscious effort to work on my issues, but I am not going to your meeting," Gillian replied calmly as he cocked a dark brow at her. "While you are at work, I am going to meet with Bennet at the hospital. I just want to thank him for being so kind to me, even if you had a hand in that. When the meeting is over, I will have a car bring me straight to you. I think that's a fair compromise."
John cracked his thick neck as he eyed Gillian. He was not used to taking orders from anyone, let alone a woman, and he honestly didn't like it. With a tense, gruffness in his voice, he said between clenched teeth, "Fine, kitten, but you will have guards with you the entire time. As soon as the meeting is over, you will be brought to me."
A brilliant smile touched Gillian's face before she got up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips. As she pulled back, she said, "Thank you, Pooh Bear. I know that was hard for you, but I appreciate the compromise."
"You fucking owe me," John muttered before he buried his face against her neck as he nuzzled the sensitive skin. "I'll collect my payment tonight."
"Why wait until tonight to collect, Bear?" Gillian cooed as she turned around in his arms to rub her bottom against his cock. Feeling it begin to harden, she grabbed his large, scarred hands and placed them on her breasts. She giggled when she heard him growl. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the large, swollen organ and began to slowly massage it.
John closed his eyes a moment as Gillian began massaging his balls. "You're playing with fire,