Chapter Four - The Slap

“Yes, Mr. Donnelly? Is the food not to your liking?” she asked anxiously, looking at him with fear. 

“No, why aren’t you eating?” he asked with a frown. Cara shook her head vehemently.

“I’ve eaten, sir,” she said as a faint color stained her cheeks. Marcus knew that she was lying. She couldn’t have eaten that early in the morning. 

“Get a plate,” he ordered but she shook her head stubbornly.

“I’m already full,” she said, licking her lips nervously. 

“Don’t make me feed you. I don’t want you to faint while working for me. Go get a plate or I’ll have you sit here right on my lap and feed you myself,”