After three minutes of awkward silence, with him glaring at my body with a smugly expression, he stepped backwards.
“Hmm,” he hummed in a tone of satisfaction. “You know what? I have just had a change of mind, I think I will go and get real food.” He announced as he turned his back to me.
My jaws dropped! What? He stripped me half-naked, kinda put me in a mood and then he left? Who is this guy?
I sat there in disbelief as he grabbed his suit from the hanger on the wall and headed out of the office. He didn’t even look back as he abandoned me there.
I was confused by his actions, why did he stop halfway? Was it something to do with my body? I had to stare at my boobs to be sure. Did he not like the shape of my boobs? Did it disappoint him?
I was both vexed and sad. And neither of those were the emotions a person would expect that I would be feeling right now. For someone who didn’t want to do anything with him, I sure am supposed to be relieved but that was not the case.
Walking away like that only fueled my insecurities. Was I not good enough? Did I not have a good enough body for him? Was my body a turn off? I mean, everything was fine till he took off my clothes.
I sighed and got down from the table, I walked around it and picked my bra where he had tossed it. I covered my boobs and tried to hook it from behind. If I was not so pissed, then I would have used at least ten percent of my brain and do the hooking from the front.
I was facing the office table with my back to the door, a lot of thoughts raced through my mind while I struggled to hook the bra.
“Arghhh!! Stupid thing!” I cursed out loud. “Fuck!”
“Do you need help with that?”
I was startled by his voice and I jumped, dropping the bra to the floor once again. I turned to the door and immediately pulled up my gown without the bra.
He was once again wearing his usual nonchalant face, I had not noticed him walk in. I waved my head to signify that I didn’t need his help but I doubt he was asking.
“Turn around.” He said coldly from behind.
I wanted to refuse as I was clearly mad at him but I held it in, I took a deep breath before turning around, my back to him. I didn’t know what to expect so I stayed alert, I watched as he stretched his hand to the floor by my leg and picked up the bra.
He then stood up and gently put it on me. Surprisingly, he didn’t touch me inappropriately; rather , he had carefully worn the bra without unnecessary contact; I could feel his towering height behind me as he hooked the bra. I know without a doubt that he was above 6’2, and me? Well I am average; I refuse to accept that 5’5 is short.
“So why are you back? I thought you went to have lunch?” I asked, rolling my eyes as I pulled up my gown and hung back the straps. Well, I still had my back to him, so he didn’t see me do that.
“Yes, but then I thought that it was rude not to invite my Assistant to lunch with me, am I not such a gentleman?” he asked and I turned right in time to catch the smirk on his face.
“Ha!” I laughed mockingly. “Well thank you, but I do not want to eat.”
“Oh great… That doesn’t bother me one bit. But you are still my assistant, so I insist that you come with me. Who knows? We might have work to do while we are at it.” He smiled with his hands tucked into his pants.
It was one of the few times I had seen him smile and honestly it was beautiful, but then he only smiled whenever he succeeded at pissing me off, so it is nothing to admire.
“Ugh!” I groaned softly. “Alright, it doesn’t seem like I have a choice.” I grumbled.
“No, you don’t.” he grinned. “Ladies first…” he added and pointed to the door.
I put up a sarcastic smile before leading the way, he followed immediately. This man was never predictable, who knows what other moves he had got under his sleeves.
“So have you tried Chinese food before?” his annoying voice sounded from behind.
“You gotta be kidding me!” I cussed in my mind. This man exists to depress me.
**
Mr. Blackwood smiled to himself as he walked behind her to the elevator, he was going to stop at nothing to frustrate Annabel as his revenge for her pride. Yes, he desperately wanted to sleep with her, but only after he messed with her head.
He had taken her self esteem as a target today, from the morning scene where he had acted unaffected, neither by her sexy gown nor her exposed thighs and panties. And this afternoon, all he wanted to do was grab those boobs and suck them hard, but his mind games were still on. If he played his part well, he would leave her begging for his attention, chasing hard after him, then he would truly break her.
Maxwell hated it when girls played saint or hard to get, they make themselves feel more important because they supposedly refuse to indulge in ‘sins’, so he sees it as his mission to make them realize that they are no better than whores, and they could be just as bad as other bitches out there.
As far as he was concerned, Annabel was no different from the numerous other girls that had been on his bed for selfish purposes. Her initial refusal was the reason for his actions, her biggest mistake was coming back to take the job after calling him disgusting names for making her such an offer.
When the Alpha Male is done with her, she will learn!!