My voice calm but firm I let him know that I’ve been here on time.
“Then why didn’t you come in and start with your job? What do you think you’re hired for?” he regards me from head to toe, his eyes hooded.
My breath grows heavy, a fluttering butterfly inside my stomach.
Digging my nails into my palm, I stand my ground. “If you’re not throwing things out like a brat, I would have come in already.”
His brows meet in the middle, eyes a swirling grey storm. “What did you say?”
I do not miss a beat. “You heard me just fine, Mr. Hemmington— “
“Don’t call me that,” he snaps.
I carry on like I never heard him. “You’re acting like a royal brat about nothing.”
I know that I’m signing death contract, but he needs to hear exactly his wrong doings. I’m sure that no one dares to tell him just how sorry he’s acting despite his situation. Everyone goes through something, and his position doesn’t give him an exception to be acting like a pompous ass.
“Do you realize that can fire you this moment, Olivia?”
My body shivers at the mention of my name in his sinful lips.
Luke Hemmington may have a different hold on me; I will not let him push me around just because he has the power.
“There’s no reason for you to fire me when I haven’t even started. I will leave this company on my own accord, so there’s no reason for you to fire me.”
Oh, my goodness. What am I doing?
“Is that a challenge, Olivia?”
I just wish that he will stop mentioning my name, it’s making my legs buckle my thoughts in a muddle.
“Do you find this a challenge, Luke?” I counterpart.
For a moment, we have a stare down contest neither of us willing to back down.
“Not at all but until how long can you withhold before you’re on my bed, Olivia Mathew.”
That crumbles whatever ground I’m standing on, making my knees buckle. This isn’t where I expect to find us… I’m thrown out of my league.
If I don’t get out of there this instant, I don’t know what I will do.
Unable to accept defeat and at the same time left with no choice I bolt out of the door, shaking.
*
Luke
“Fuck!”
My fist meets the wall making me shake with this unwarranted violence coursing inside me. Violence is not the only thing that cages me into this beastly fit.
I have this strong desire to take her down and have her moaning my name and all compliant to me. But I don’t want her compliant at the same time. I want her fire, I want her spirit, and I want her sharp thoughts.
And what I see in those eyes are fear. Fear that chokes me that makes me revolt of myself.
It’s that same fear I see in my mother’s eyes whenever she looks at my father. It’s that fear in her eyes that haunts me up to this day. I never want to see that horror in Olivia’s eyes when she’s looking at me.
With shaking a hand, I run my hand through my hair tugging at it. The sharp pain is better than the suffocating dread that is threatening to swallow me.