There was silence, I bit my cheek to keep myself from saying anything else. I looked everywhere but for him, I couldn't face him.
I wanted to adjourn the discussion but that came tumbling out instead, I was so finished.
I had to go make a murderer angry.
He just stared at me, his brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of what I said.
He opened his mouth to say something but he closed it and sighed, his shoulder was straight like he was tensed.
He held out his hand for the file and I shakily gave it to him, he took it gently.
My heart was beating so fast that I was afraid I would have a heart attack. I wanted to explain more but from the look on his face, he didn't want to hear it.
He slammed the file down on the table, and I flinched. My eyes widened when I saw him breathing hard like he was struggling to stay calm.
That made me confused.
Was he expecting me to be okay with whatever he wanted? Or I wanted to marry him so badly that I would take any bullshit from him.
I wasn't begging to marry him, I just wanted to not be afraid of him like I was waiting for him to strike.
I couldn't say any of this out loud for fear of being punished but it doesn't mean I couldn't think it.
He stood suddenly and I took a couple of steps back, I didn't know what he was thinking but I knew what I was.
All I could think about was that he is a murderer and he could kill and cover up my body without anyone knowing.
The thought brought a fresh set of fears in my head and I felt myself panicking inside.
He shook his head slightly and turned to go to the room, I stood there wondering what I wanted to do.
Should I go after him, try to explain myself, and get murdered or,
Wait here till he gets angry and murders me. Either way, I was going to die.
I bit my lip, the pain distracting the tears that threatened to fall. The last thing I needed was to be emotional if things were planning to go south.
I needed to explain but I was so afraid that he would try to kill me, I don't want to die.
I waited a couple of minutes and followed him down the hall, the door to the room was closed and I wondered what he was doing in there.
I hesitated to knock, I have never been so scared out of my mind before. I knocked slightly and opened the door, I slipped in and tried to close it without making a noise.
I turned around and nearly let out a scream, he was in front of me.
"You scared m..." He grabbed my throat before I could finish, slamming me to the wall.
My eyes widened as I struggled to breathe, he loosened his grip but I wanted to get out of there.
I paused when I felt his erection digging into me.
Did the idea of killing me turn him on? He was a sadist.
I was scared and at the same time curious as to why he was this way, this wasn't normal.
I struggled, I slapped his hand on my throat but he didn't bulge. Not knowing any other thing to do, I bit him.
He hissed and let go of me, I turned and tried to flee but he corned me again. His arm prevented me from moving an inch.
I pushed his arm but he didn't move, I ducked under him but he caught me instantly.
God, he was fast.
I stared up at him, the fear I have been trying hard to hide bubbling up to the surface.
My eyes shone with unshed tears, I closed my eyes as I looked down. He pushed a finger under my chin to make me meet his eyes.
He stared at me before his like started to curve up in a smirk, his eyes lighting up like he just realized something.
"Are you afraid of me?" He asked, his head cocked to the side expectantly.
At that moment, he looked like a predator who was waiting for the wrong move from his prey.
I shook my head immediately, shutting my eyes in the process.
He gently took a curl of my hair and twirled it around his fingers while staring at me.
"First, you rebel against me and now you are lying to me?" He asked.
He looked amused but something dangerous was lurking behind his eyes, something dark.
A whimper left me and I began to cry, the words Zack told me coming to my head even as I tried to tamper it down.
"Please don't hurt me." I cried.
My tears flowed with no restrictions, I had no intentions of pretending anymore. Not when my life could end in his hands.
I couldn't die, not like this.
I was at the top of my career and I was living peacefully, I couldn't go like this.
Please no!
I flinched when his hands came close to me. He narrowed his eyes like he couldn't believe me.
"You are kidding," he muttered.
He kept looking at me like he expected me to run and God knows I wanted to, I wanted to run away from him so bad but he had me in a tight corner literally.
A laugh tore from his throat but his next action shocked me.
He leaned close to me, his breath fanning my face as he gently kissed my tears away.
His fingers still tangled around my hair, I could feel his erection digging into me and it made me all the more scared of him.
His lips swayed dangerously close to my face, I held my breath as I waited for his next action.