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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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100 Chs

CHAPTER 67

  I draw closer to the bedroom and my hands grow sweaty and my stomach clenches in fear. It was only ten steps away, and the door was on my right. The door opens and Rory walks out of the bedroom in nothing more than his shorts. He seems to have a good day at home, probably working out and taking his frustration out on the punching bags. He’s holding a bottle of champagne in his left hand and a glass in his. His hair is messy, and he seems to have been fooling around. He’s also breathing heavily, chuckling and licking his lips. I want to go to him, but something holds me back and I don’t, so I wait.

  “You’re coming out or what?” He yells at the top of his voice, drinking the last wine in his glass before pouring in more.

  “I’m here.” Is the response of a famine gentle voice and the door pulls open to reveal a beautiful and elegantly sparking brunette lady about twenty-nine years, with a loose bun coming out in nothing but his T-shirt.