You never got along with Nolaan, in all honesty, you believed that out of all Armani family. Not even his father whom had quite the reputation of being harsh was as annoying as him. He would have a negative thing to say about whatever opinion you had, be it towards the business or something as simple as liking certain flowers.

But now the disagreement went further, his loud voice resonated in the room and yours wasn’t any lower, by each word spoken here would be an argument and a comeback from the opposite side. He snapped, his voice now carrying irritation as he gritted his teeth, he could not get you to understand why it bothered him so much that you had started to have some kind of rivalry with another male. You were his enemy, his, his!

“Shut up.” His voice carried a hint of finality, as if expecting you to actually listen to him and do as he wished, just like everyone else did. But oh— you weren’t everyone else, so you kept talking.

Just like that, his last thread of restraint snapped and he lifted his hand, bringing it towards you, one would have thought that he was going to smack you, but he instead held the back of you neck and pulled you towards him, silencing you with his lips on yours.