“Do you think I’ve been mean to you?” I shock her by saying.
She swallows hard.
“Do you?” I insist.
Her exhales uneven, she nods.
“Then mark my words, if you ever step foot in that office again, I’ll make everything I’ve done to you since you got here look like fucking child’s play.”
She’s not looking at me anymore, and I need those eyes.
I need to know what’s going on in her head.
“Got it?” I clench my teeth and lift her chin with my index. A few tears are beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, and it makes me even harder.
Fuck, there’s no way she doesn’t feel that.
We stay this way for long seconds, staring into each other’s souls. Until finally, she chokes out a weak, barely audible “Got it.”
Next thing I know, she’s pushed me off her.
I hear her scamper down the hallway, then her bedroom door slams in the distance. For a moment today, I thought maybe,in time, I could grow to tolerate having this girl in my house, after all…
Spoiler alert?
I was wrong.