Once You're Mine (Possessing Her)

by Morgan Bridges

my gaze still resting on Miss Green’s face. As it has been for the last five minutes. Ever since she sat down with a stranger in the Sugar Cube. I shift my stance, letting my agitation flow through me like water.

If it wouldn’t alert her, I’d watch her from inside the coffee shop instead of standing outside.

😉😉

Whatever he’s saying upsets her. This adds to my intrigue.

What are you searching for, Miss Green?

cmon man, yk this already

Is it your father’s killer? Are you looking for me?

yes. 😂

I step up to him and his gaze turns wary. “Give me all of the information pertaining to the senator’s daughter. Now.”

“Get the hell away from me.” He grips his coat and pulls back the material enough for me to glimpse the firearm resting on his hip. “I’m warning you.”

I quirk a brow. “Are you now?”

🥵😉😉

My hand shoots out, fueled by my rising anger. I wrap my fingers around his neck, and the wheeze that puffs from his mouth has satisfaction streaming through me.

oh he crazy

With my free hand, I remove the man’s weapon from his grasp and shove the nozzle into his side, wrenching a grunt from him.

“Whatever agreement you had with Miss Green ends today. As of this moment, I’m taking over the investigation.

“Remember what I said. Miss Green is off limits to you.”

And anyone else.

FCK

Only until I discover why she affects me in ways I can’t unde...

The door opens. Out of habit, we swing our gazes in that direction. And my day goes from awful to complete shit.

“Who is that?” she asks, her voice near breathless. “Another asshole in a trench coat.”

None of the elegance he wears compares to the beauty of his face.

“I’m calling dibs.” “You can have him,” I mutter.

😂

His voice fills the room like his presence. Commanding yet smooth, like silk on skin.

I force myself to stare out the window despite my body urging me to look at him.

And his clothes.

LOLLLL

My sharp movement causes the coffee to spill all over my fingers.

OUCHHH

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he shouts in my face. “I’m sorry,” I say, the minor burns on my fingers already forgotten. “It was an accident.” “I don’t give a shit.”

ass 😒

Anger churns within my gut at this man’s disrespect, but what frustrates me the most is my lack of power. I won’t say anything because I can’t afford to lose my only source of income.

“Apologize.” The deep voice next to me is calm, yet dark and foreboding, like that of an executioner. “Now.”

HAYDEN? 😉😩😩😩🫦 im already knowing

Everything goes quiet except for the sounds bleeding in from the street outside.

It’s like a vacuum has sucked the air from the room. My breath stills in my lungs, and my body trembl...

I shift my attention from the threat in front of me to the one be...

He stands so close that the heat from his body sinks into my clothing, warming my skin. My blush is instant. Even so, I can’t look away.

He doesn’t glance at me. Not once. “If I have to repeat myself, things will become… unpleasant.”

😏

The customer sputters, disbelief shining through his narrowed eyes. Bennett shrugs off his coat and holds it out to me.

OH SHI

He hands me the cuff link, and then the other before slowly rolling up one sleeve of his dress shirt.

I stand there, with his coat draped over my arm and his jewelry in my palm, watching him expose the skin of his forearms.

Even Harper stands rooted to the spot, her gaze transfixed on Bennett’s ...

the thought that I loathe this man. But it’s been overridden by the woman in me.

The female that enjoys the sight of a beautiful and powerful male.

Similar to the way I’ve been fighting my attraction to the lawyer since I first laid eyes on him.

The customer chuckles, the sound full of disbelief with hints of unease. “Hit me?”

“If it’s necessary,” Bennett says. “She’s just some chick.” “You’re wrong.”

🙂‍↕️

His eyes flash with intent right before his hand shoots out, snatching the man by the throat.

BRO this is such a Hayden thing 😭

“If the next words out of your mouth aren’t an apology, then you’ll lose your tongue,” Bennett says, his voice even despite the air of violence surrounding him. “Am I clear?”

I nod, unsure if I’m acknowledging him or if I’m silently asking for Bennett to release him. Only he doesn’t let the man go. Instead, Bennett pulls him closer.

“If I ever see you here again, it’ll be for the last time.”

He reaches for his coat and cuff links without a word. Once he’s taken possession of his items, he walks from behind the counter and out the door, leaving everyone to stare after him. Including me.

But I never would’ve guessed that Mr. Bennett, the prosecuting attorney who tried to imprison my father, would be the same man who also possessed a degree of chivalry. Or that he’d execute it on my behalf.

lol ok so not Hayden, mb

move on to the next customer as if the incident with Bennett never happened.

Only it did.

did the lawyer come to my rescue because that’s who he is as a person, a man willing to help someone in need?

The only indication that Bennett remembered me was when the customer said that I was “just some chick.” “You’re wrong.”

He and I have never spoken other than when I was put on the stand during the trial. That was an awful experience. For me, at least.