Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Chelsea’s Point Of View
I wondered what I did so wrong again.
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He had just been so malicious that he didn’t tell me what was wrong with the documents I had prepared for him and just tore them. I stood there for a while, staring down at the pieces of paper sprawled across the tiled floor. As my mind struggled to process what had just happened, 1 clenched my hands tightly, hoping to keep it in.
Swallowing back the words that climbed to my lips, I bent down, picking the papers, but for the first time since he had started to bully me, I felt tears well in my eyes. I tried to remind myself that I couldn’t blame him because he probably wanted me to feel the same thing he had felt when I used to bully him.
I already know I was a terrible person to him, and to the rest of the kids. So, if I was truly sorry, I wasn’t allowed to break down. That’s what I had always told myself.
I wanted to take everything with the same face I had dished it.
“Do you feel offended?” I heard his voice but I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of breaking down. I simply emptied the trash in the bin. “I believe I asked you a question, Miss Findley.”
“I will do it again, boss,” I answered with a small smile, holding on to the tears in my eyes, never will I let them fall, I assured myself. “Could you please give me a more detailed description of how you want me to do it?”
Angrily Kai pushed himself out of the chair strolling towards me with a stiff expression on his face, for a minute, I thought he was going to smack me, but he simply snatched the plain papers out of my hands.
“There is no need for you to keep wasting these resources” He leaned towards me and I took a step back. “Let me tell you what will happen even if you do those documents again.”
He flung the papers, and a small gasp escaped me, this man had finally gone crazy, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
“I will keep on tearing it, and I will keep on being dissatisfied no matter what you do.” My eyes followed the papers that were now scattered around the room, but his body blocked my vision as he walked me into the wall. A small whimper escaped me when my back hit the wall, what was his deal? “This is where you are supposed to ask me what I want.”
“What?” I tried to remain calm, blinking slightly I asked. “What do you want?”
“Those tears you are holding to, why not cry them?” He reached for my face pulling away some strands of hair behind my eyes, and a small shudder escaped me. “Have you tried begging me?”
“You want me to beg you?” I was bewildered.
“Is there anything so wrong about that?” He queried his eyes narrowed down at me hungrily, he seemed ready to do a lot of things but was just controlling himself. The uncertainty in his eyes scared me. “Beg me and see if I will be willing to cut you some slack.”
“You sick man.” The last strand of my self–control snapped and I growled the words out.
“Yes, Chelsea, I am very sick, but that’s thanks to who?” He remarked bitterly making my heart stop in my chest. “You might be right, maybe it was because I fell from such height I became a little sick in the head.”
He suddenly gripped my shoulders, “Since it’s your fault, shouldn’t you take responsibility for it?” I mustered the courage to push him away from me.
“Don’t touch me.”
I stood there rigid in front of him, tears burning in my eyes as I stared into the blue eyes of the man before me.
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“What do you want from me?” I thought to ask, his eyes lingered on mine, and a dreadful smirk spread across his lips. “I have done everything that you have asked of me, but nothing seems to satisfy you. It’s almost as though you are bent on making my life a living hell.”
“That’s bold, coming from you.” He muttered as he drew nearer to me again, I froze in fear, I wanted to move back but I had already run out of places to run to. My breath hitched in my throat, his hands caught my face, and I shuddered.
His cold fingers trace my lips, stimulating me with nothing but his touch and I bite back the moan that threatened to escape the back of my throat.
“You can’t go on your life hating me for everything I did when we were younger.” I turned my gaze away from his penetrating stare, his eyes hooded at me with amusement as though I was a toy or something
“Miss Findley, don’t go all Rambo on me, I am the victim” He muttered pretending to be hurt before adding teasingly. “Remember?”
“I am sure you have also done something you’re not proud of.” My voice turned into a small whisper and he caged me into the wall, making me shut my eyes and at this point I didn’t care about anything anymore. “And I am trying my best to make it up to you.”
“You want to make it up to me?” He drawled.
“Yes.” My voice quieted again. “More than anything, I would love to be rid of the guilt. I would do anything.”
Finally, letting my emotions get the better of me, I felt the tears that was holding so desperately too, stream down my face.
“Anything?”
“Yes.” With cross determination, I answered foolishly without thinking.
“Then give yourself to me.” His thumb brushed away the tears from my cheek, a small smirk playing on his face. “Without questions, without holding back, bend to my will and take everything.”
“B–But, how do I do that?” I queried, he wasn’t making any sense.
“I’ll show you.” he grabbed my chin suddenly, and he leaned in softly.
He held my gaze as if he was daring me to look away.
My eyes widened at the realization, but I was unable to stop it, I didn’t have the will power to prevent it. If this was what it took, then, he can go ahead and entertain himself.
His lips was now centimeters away from mine, and I shut my eyes giving into him.
“Don’t.” He warned me, making my eyes flutter open, as the rest of the words fanned across my face in a whisper. “I want you to look at me as it happens.”
Just before his lips could meet mine, the office door suddenly burst open, and reflexively I pushed him away from me.
My heart hammering against my ribcage as I scampered across the room.
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“Why the hell are you not answering your damned phone, Noah?” I froze slightly, when I heard the feminine voice. I bent down picking up the papers that were sprawled across the office floor. I was doing anything I could to dist. heart raced almost jumping out of my mouth.
“Mother, you can’t just come into my office unannounced.” Kai snapped, his irritation evident in his voice.
Mother? Did he just call her mother?
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If this woman was his mother, then this is Mrs. Alvarez?
