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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 95

  Third POV

  The next day.

  Taylor glances at her wristwatch, and it’s almost closing time. She can’t wait to get home and see Reign and spend the rest of the day with her. She had promised her days ago that she would cut down some homework so she could have a little time with the little angel and she plans on keeping that promise.

  A few more minutes to closing, her phone rings and picking it up. The caller ID is Nancy, her personal assistant. Her brow furrow sceptically knowing Nancy had always called her office line and not her private cell but she answers the call and places it to her ear.

  “Hello.”

  “Hello, Ms Taylor,” comes Nancy's voice in a somewhat dull tone.

  “Yes, that’s me,” she says with a little frown now settling on her face.

  “The Hand Of Hope just called. They have cancelled the charity event for tomorrow.”

  “What do you mean cancelled the event? Why would they do that?” she asks, the frown on her face deepening.