Inches. ( BWWM).

chapter 2.

"Oh shit fuck!!" I hissed in pain while sucking on my finger instantly as i unknowingly hurt myself while using sewing machine.

Thinking about something. Someone specifically.

Flashback.

"A--abigail dobrev." I replied stuttering hesitantly.

"Beautiful name. I like it." He said rubbing his nose on my ear while still held me tightly.

"T-thanks but c-c-an you please leave me now. Uhmm I'm not able to measure you." I said whispering looking down the whole time and stopped using the measuring tape.

He came right in front of me and looked straight into my eyes.

I looked up at him and licked my dry lips exhaling and inhaling deeply.

His eyes harden and he pulled me more closer to him.

"No." He said and leaned in to my face I quickly diverted my face and faced the other side pushing him away.

He was making me feel very uncomfortable. I know we need him but that doesn't mean that he can touch me like that.

But I'm still gonna be polite and leave from here quietly.

"How fucking dare----

"I'll send Andy for the measurement process. I'm----im- not much expert in it. Plus I just remembered I have to go. Thankyou sir." I quickly bowed and turned around to run and leave.

I was so nervous, so nervous that I just wanna drown in water.

This man is all that perfect looking and etc. But he surely is very dangerous.

The way his fingers moved around my body was clearly showing that he is surely not someone to be friendly with.

In fact you shouldn't even be around him it's just so intimidated and you can feel the heaviness on the air.

I took my things in a hurry and started going to the door.

Just as I was about to touch the door handle my ponytail was grabbed harshly and I was yanked backwards followed by me screaming in pain.

I was turned around and there I came face to face with the man.

"Who told you to leave gatinha?" He said his voice very calm and there was not a single anger in his eyes.

Or maybe I was wrong.

He wrapped my ponytail around his palm and tightened his hands on them making me cry out cause of the pain.

My tears started flowing from my eyes as I was very sensitive and even a single harsh touch can make me cry.

I shut my eyes tightly cause of the increasing pain in my head because of the tight grip of his hands.

"Answer gatinha." He said his eyes darkening each second while his face was still emotionless.

His hands tightened more around my hairs and it felt like it's gonna come out of my scalp now.

"I---i--- reall--y have to go. Ple---se leave me--- it hurts." I said looking at him pleading with my blurry eyes which were stinging cause of the tears.

He chuckled dryly and then looked right into my eyes.

His grip around my hair loosened.