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Little Nerdy Nightmare

"You really think I'm playing around?" He grounds me through gritted teeth and he takes a step closer and I begin to move back. "I gave you a strict instruction and you disobeyed, you chose to rebel." There is about a zillion comeback running through my head, but my brain only focuses on the man whose green eyes has somehow turned into black because he's mad at me. "Do you know what happens to rebellious people?" I keep moving back until my back from him hit the wall and I hiss out in frustration. I swallow hard and try not to look at him, pissing him off would be a good thing when we aren't the only ones in the whole house. "Do you?!" He demands with a roar. "No, I don't. Tell me." I say, He takes a firm step close to stand intimately close to me, his height making me feel like a little child. "They get punished." And for the first time in the last five to six-minute, I see his green eyes of him instead of black ones looking into mine with lust and my brain go blank for a second and I have to shake it to restart it. Even I can't deny the intense feeling I have been having, I don't want to be in denial any more. I do want to be close to him and as much as it scares me, it draws me in to know more. "Then punish me." ***** The arrangement was, I get to meet her, propose to her, we get married as that would create a stronger bond between the two business associates, bringing us together as a family.

Glory Tina · Urbain
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CHAPTER 34

  My cheek catches fire and I fight the embarrassing feeling that washes over me. How dare he say that? We are where we are today because I’ve fought to resist him even when my body, mind and soul yearn for him. I’ve resisted him at the panic house even when he was completely irresistible I’ve fought to resist all his seducing attempts on me since we met, I’ve fought to say no to being his other woman even when he makes it look so good, I’ve fought to keep my respect for Paris and stay away from her man. So how dare he?

  “You do not know what you’re talking-“

  “I don’t? Yet I know that a small part of you just wants me to have my way with you right here, right now, on the floor and this desk.” He smirks, leaning against Paris's desk, running his hand on the desk as though I am already there and his muscles flex perfectly, but he doesn’t even notice or mind that I’m partly staring at his you-know.

  How does he even do that? How does he not feel any shame?