Chapter 10

I was sitting on the sofa in my boss's workroom. I was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt and a short black skirt. This outfit is so beautiful and expensive, my boss bought it for me.

I've been sitting here for almost an hour doing nothing. I wanted to ask my boss why he made me sit here, but I didn't dare open my mouth to ask him. My body quivers in fear whenever I remember what he did to me last night.

I looked carefully at my boss, who was sitting in the chair behind his desk. He's busy with his laptop. He looks bright and serious when he is working. I couldn't take my eyes off him, captivated by his charm.

I don't know how I feel about him. Whenever I see his handsome face, my heart flutters, but I'm also scared to death of him.

It startled me when our eyes met. I immediately lowered my head, breathing nervously. He laughed softly, then he got up from the chair and walked towards me.

When he stood in front of me, he held my chin and lifted my face. His beautiful blue eyes caught mine and held my gaze. My heart was beating uncontrollably as he moved his gaze slowly to my lips and caressed them gently with his thumb. He then bent his body as he slipped his hand behind my neck and kissed my lips gently.

I closed my eyes tightly with my frozen body.

He let go of my lips after he satisfied savoring them. He smiled with his gentle eyes staring into mine as I was struggling to calm my rapid heartbeat. He then lay down on the sofa with his head on my lap, closing his eyes.

I kept staring at his face in silence. I then braced myself to ask him, “Sir, why you made me sit here? If there is nothing I can do, may I go now?”

“No. You can’t go. I hate it when you are not with me. I can't concentrate on work if I miss you,” he replied, keeping his eyes closed.

I fell silent after hearing what he said. I asked myself if he was serious about what he said or he was just joking with me.

Someone suddenly knocked on the door. I'm panicking. I don't want anyone to see my boss sleeping on my lap.

My boss opened his eyes and gave me a teasing smile. “Come in,” he said, lying still.

The door opened, and I saw Carson walk into the room. He looked embarrassed when he saw us. I looked down, covering my red face.

My boss lifted his head from my lap, then he sat on the sofa as Carson stood near him.

“Sir, this is the report you asked for,” Carson said politely, handing him the papers.

My boss took it and read it seriously. He then moved his gaze to Carson's eyes. “Prepare everything. Don't make mistakes,” he said.

 “Yes, sir,” Carson replied gravely. When he looked at me, he seemed to remember something. He then moved his eyes back to my boss and asked him, “Sir, is Angela coming with us tonight?”

“Hm, give her a dress,” my boss replied, keeping his gaze on the papers in his hands.

“Yes, sir,” Carson replied politely.

I'm curious to hear their conversation. “Sir, where do you want to take me?” I asked my boss while looking at his face.

He didn't answer my question; he didn't even look at me as if I didn't exist. He then got up from the sofa and walked over to his desk. Carson gave me a pitiful smile before he walked over to my boss.

I kept staring at my boss with my donkey face, holding back my anger. This devil always did whatever he wanted to me without asking me. He forced me to be his; he kissed me whenever he wanted; he made me his doll, his pillow. I'll be insane before I can get away from him.