Cursed

"So you don't have friends…" I grumbled, "Then how about your subordinates? You don't trust them?" I added.

He then shrugged his shoulders.

"Depends."

"That means you trust some of them!" I remarked enthusiastically.

He looked down on me for a second before saying, "Are you telling me that I should trust you and treat you as my subordinate?"

"No?" I refuted him instantly, "I mean trust me like your sub–... Yeah… Huh?" I was just confused by the end of it. 

Lukas retracted his hand on my jaw and bent closer. He was now caging me as he placed both his hands on the table behind me. I got startled when his face was only a mere inches away from mine which made me lean back to avoid him subconsciously. But I can't get away because if I did lean too far, I would definitely fall flat on the table.

It's very uncomfortable.