Second (2)

My heart starts beating wildly at the hoarse and threatening sound of his voice, forcing me to grit my teeth in order not to turn towards him and slap him in his face, even though he's so menacing that I'm scared to even look at him.

"Jason!" - Bartol tries to reproach him between his teeth, while I'm sure his eyes are still watching my shoulders, and just the idea of his way of looking at me makes me suddenly stand up in anger, without stopping to look at Bartol on the other side of the wooden desk.

I raise my chin in his direction in greeting, but I'm afraid that if I open my mouth at this moment some blasphemy will come out of my mouth.

I wouldn't have thought my first day here would have gone this way because of this bastard of my ex and his weird attitude.

I'm the one that should be pissed off, I'm the one who was betrayed by him with Sharon, but he seems to be more infuriated than me.

Perhaps he thinks that by coming here I will ruin his relationship with Sharon, but perhaps he has not realized that in my life there is no longer place for a whorehouse like him.

Before Bartol can say anything else and aggravate the situation, I hasten to turn my back on him with my heart continuing to threaten to come out of my chest, so I force myself to walk towards the door behind Jason without giving him a glance.

I don't want to look at him for the contempt I feel for him right now, but also for ruining my conversation with his father, as if he was still in charge of my life.

I bite the tip of my tongue hardly and try not to look up in his direction, while I flank him and pass his body with the intention to finally get away from this damn office where where the air starts to miss, but as soon as I reach his powerful body and I try to rest my hand on the handle of the door, I jump when I feel his big fingers surround my elbow.

His heavy breath comes straight to my nostrils, making me breathe his own air, while due to his proximity I can't help but smell his scent, different from the one he used to leave in my blankets and on my pillow.

"This is the last time I see you in this company." - he whispers near my hair with the same hoarse tone that he used when we were together to tell me that I was his woman.

I make a grimace of annoyance as his grip increases, while I rest my eyes on his hand that grips mine and hasten to clench my jaw to let him know that I am not the same naive woman he cheated on.

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