Dominated By Him
He set his black leather briefcase down on the small table by the wall and came closer, reaching his hands out and clasping Missy’s small fingers into his own.
“Missy?”
“Oh, yeah, everything’s just fine,” Missy replied anxious to direct his attention elsewhere. She didn’t want him seeing her looking at him that way, but she couldn’t help but think about him with Alicia. Perhaps she was making far more out of it than it actually was. She sucked in her breath, angry at herself for becoming her Mother. She wanted to be anything but her.
“Did you have a good meeting?” Missy asked, daring to look up at Matt who was still standing in front her, holding her hands tightly.