Kubo couldn't help but ask himself the same question a few more times. He watched you work, your face scrunched up in concentration, and he found himself more drawn to you than ever.

He wondered what to do with you, why you had to be so perfect in every way. He knew he was attracted to you, but your work ethic and skills only made him want you more. He found himself growing more and more possessive, wanting to keep you all to himself.

"I am done." Your voice woke him up.

Kubo snapped back to reality, his thoughts interrupted by your voice. He looked up at you, the documents neatly organized and your notes meticulous.

"Already?" he asked, feigning surprise. He got up from his seat and walked closer to you, a small smirk on his face. "You work fast, doll."

"Only the best for my lover." You wanted to tease him.
"Where would you find a better partner than me? Gorgeous and intelligent," but you became shy after saying this with your own mouth.
You never saw yourself as someone beautiful. Not anymore.

Kubo tried to stifle a laugh as he saw your sudden shyness. He knew you had just been teasing him, but the fact that you were blushing at your own words made him even more endeared to you.

He took a step closer, invading your personal space.
"You're right, doll," he said, his voice low and deep. "I doubt I could find anyone better than you." He reached out, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Gorgeous, intelligent, and mine."

"Yours?" You giggle. "For sure. Only until I repay my debt."

Kubo's expression darkened at your words. He didn't like the thought of you thinking of your relationship as just a means to repay a debt.
He took hold of your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.
"Doll," he began, his voice gruff. "You are mine, debt or not. And I don't intend to let you go just because you've repaid your debt. You belong to me now."

"What?" You couldn't believe his words.
"But, but you said.. only for two weeks. That was your proposal.
I..I..."

Kubo's grip on your chin tightened as he saw the confusion in your eyes. He knew he had made that proposal, but his feelings for you had grown stronger than he could've expected.
"Circumstances changed," he growled. "I'm not letting you go anymore. You belong to me now, doll. Forever."

"I never agreed to this!" You shouted at him, finally angry and confused.
Why was he insisting so much?
You did your best to keep him away and keep your feelings in touch.

Kubo's expression darkened even more as you raised your voice at him. He was used to people cowering before him, not talking back. But the fire in your eyes turned him on more than he cared to admit.

"I don't care if you agreed or not, doll." He took a step closer, backing you into a wall. He leaned in, his face a breath away from yours. "You're mine. Mine to keep and mine to protect."

"Don't make this more difficult for us, Kubo. You are being ridiculous now.
This is just a fleeting moment, your desires overtaken you."

Kubo's eyes narrowed as he heard your words. How dare you dismiss his feelings as just a fleeting moment?
He took hold of your wrists, pinning them against the wall above your head. His body was pressed against yours, trapping you in place.

"This is not just a fleeting moment, doll," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I know what I want, and what I want is you. I'm not giving you up."

You whined in pain as his was too strong and your body collided on the wall.

Kubo took note of your wince in pain as he pinned you against the wall, but he didn't loosen his grip. Instead, he moved even closer, his body now flush against yours.

"You can whine all you want, doll," he murmured, his breath warm on your neck. "But you're not escaping from me. You're mine, and I'm not letting you go."

"If I let you have me, will you be content then? If you fulfil your needs, what will become of me then?
Just another prize? Another woman in your bed? What do you see me as???" You were angry and hurt.

Kubo was taken aback by your outburst. He had expected you to surrender willingly, not to question his true intentions. He let go of your wrists and stepped back slightly, his expression stern.

"Is that what you think of me, doll?" he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance. "That I only see you as a prize or a momentary pleasure? Do you not know me better than that?"

"What could you possibly want more from someone like me!?
I saw your mistress in your office. I am not blind Kubo.
I know I am just a small plaything for you to be amused."

Kubo couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could you think so little of yourself? He ran a hand through his hair, exasperated.

"You think you're just a plaything to me?" he said, his voice gruff. "You think I don't see your intelligence, your skills, your beauty? You think I'm not affected by your presence every single second I spend with you?"

He took a step closer again, cupping your face with his hand.
"You're not just a plaything to me, doll. You're everything to me."

"You can't be serious. I refuse to believe this."
But your heart was earning for him.
You knew you were not a perfect match, but couldn't you become one for him?

Kubo could see the disbelief in your eyes, and it pained him. He wanted to shake you, to make you see how deeply he was affected by you.
He took hold of your chin again, forcing you to look at him.

"Believe it, doll," he said, his voice fierce. "I know I sound crazy, but I've never been more serious in my life. You drive me mad. You make me want things I've never wanted before."

"You don't sound crazy, we both are.
This is not the right moment. We have our flight soon."

Kubo knew you were right, but he couldn't help the frustration coursing through him. He wanted to keep you there, to have you all to himself, but he also knew that there was no time to waste. He let go of your chin and stepped back, trying to compose himself.

"Fine," he said, his voice gruff. "We have a flight to catch. But this discussion is far from over, doll."

"I won't survive another discussion like this," you said to yourself as you followed him.

Kubo couldn't resist a small smirk at your words. He knew that the discussion wasn't over, not by a long shot. But for now, he had to focus on the trip ahead.

He led you to his private jet, where his bodyguards and employees were already waiting. The plane was luxurious and spacious, with comfortable seating and a fully stocked bar.
Kubo gestured for you to take a seat next to him, his eyes never leaving you.

As you took your seat next to him, you noticed a few of his employees stealing glances at you and whispering amongst themselves. It was clear that they were curious about your presence and your relationship with their boss.

Kubo noticed their gazes as well, and he draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. It was a subtle gesture, but it was clear that he was sending a message to his employees. Don't touch what's mine.

The employees were shocked by the intimate gesture he had just displayed towards you. They had never seen him so possessive and protective of anyone before.
They exchanged glances, trying to comprehend the nature of your relationship with their boss. Some of them were curious, while others were intimidated by the new development.

Kubo was seething at his employees' obvious interest in your presence. He could feel their eyes boring into you, and it made his blood boil.
He leaned closer to you, his voice low and possessive.

"Ignore them, doll," he whispered, his hand tightening on your shoulder. "They have no business prying into our relationship."
"We have no relationship, just a contract to uphold."

Kubo's jaw clenched at your words. He knew you were right - technically, your relationship was just a contract. But he didn't like hearing you say it out loud.
He tightened his grip on your shoulder, his eyes darkening with frustration.
"Just a contract," he repeated, his voice low and strained. "Is that really how you see us, doll?"

"Yes, only as that." But deep down you also wanted more.

Kubo couldn't deny that he wanted more than just a contract with you. His feelings for you had grown deeper and stronger than he had ever expected.
But he was also a proud and stubborn man, and he wasn't about to admit his true feelings so easily.
He let out a gruff sigh and leaned back in his seat, his arm still draped over your shoulder.

"Right," he muttered. "Just a contract. Nothing more."

You also refused to accept your own feelings for him, and you found yourself admiring the sky from your window seat.

As you looked out the window, taking in the view of the sky, you couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of it all. But your thoughts were interrupted by a nagging feeling deep within your heart. You knew that you had feelings for Kubo, despite your efforts to deny it.

Kubo watched you from the corner of his eye, noticing the distant look on your face. He could tell that there was something on your mind, but he didn't want to push you.
"What are you thinking about doll?" he asked, his voice soft.

"You will never know." I can never let you know how much I crave you.

Your cryptic response only made Kubo's curiosity grow. He could tell that you were hiding something from him, something that you didn't want to share.
He leaned closer to you, his gaze intense.

"Come on, doll," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "You can tell me anything. What's got you so lost in thought?"

"Where are we going? You didn't tell me that. Also, it is my first time flying on a private jet. Can you show me more, if I am allowed?"
You wanted to escape the close space and his presence towering over your whole body.

Kubo chuckled at your question, amused by your sudden curiosity. He was glad to see you taking an interest in something other than your previous thoughts.

"We're flying to the South of France, doll," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "And of course, you're allowed to explore the jet. Just be careful not to touch anything you're not supposed to."

Kubo walked you around the luxurious jet, answering all your questions patiently. He showed you the fully stocked bar, the gourmet kitchen, the comfortable bedrooms, and the entertainment area.
He even pointed out the emergency exits and the plane's features, explaining things with an expert knowledge.

As you explored, you could sense the crew and the employees watching you curiously, but Kubo ignored them, his focus solely on you.

"Can we have some food as well? I haven't eaten anything since yesterday." You were staring at the gourmet kitchen and all the food that was already displayed.

Kubo chuckled softly at your question. He could see the hunger in your eyes as you looked at the food in the gourmet kitchen.

"Of course, doll," he said, gesturing for you to take a seat at the bar. "Pick whatever you like. It's all for you."
He watched as you browsed through the selection of gourmet dishes and pastries, his eyes never leaving you.