6- Bewitching

With a blurry mind, I tried to focus on my work, hoping to forget what happened because this past week had been terrible for me.

The way Vincent looked at me, it was enough to steal my breath. That sinful smirk, warning me that he would prey upon me without a warning at any time.

His eyes were enough to induce dread in me. He toyed with me in those seven days with those menacing eyes and smirk.

He was scaring me, I didn’t know how long I could bear this but the method of his punishment was so wrong.

This is all wrong.

“What happened?”

A voice called me, looking up I saw Edmond, arching a brow at me.

I was in the canteen, indulging in my sandwich during lunch hour with troublesome thoughts.

“Nothing… just… tired.” I replied vaguely, looking away, unsure whether I should share my condition with him or not.

“That is exactly why you need to relax.”

He smirked, coming closer, taking a seat next to me.

“How?” I asked, tilting my head in confusion.

“We are going to a club tonight, I was