Beautiful temptation |18+

SEVEN

SABRINA

"You can do this, Sabrina," I whisper to myself as I cut off the engine of my car.

I sucked in a deep breath and held it, counting to three before I let out a slow exhale. But it didn't work to calm my raging heart.

I can't believe I'm going to do this.

I glared at the large glass building that I call work, the place I spent the last three years working my butt off, building a life for myself, and my hands curled into a fist around the steering wheel, and my eyes found their way down to the resignation papers on my lap.

I can't believe I'm doing this when I know in my heart that I don't want to.

Why would I want to? I spend a better portion of my life rebuilding my life and taking control of my destiny, only to feel like I'm losing it again.

Last week, after scrubbing up the dark rose and tearing up the note, I called up a security company to search every inch of my house.

And what did they find?

Thirteen hidden cameras.

They found thirteen hidden cameras hiding in every room in my home. They've been there for god knows how long, watching my every move, and I wasn't even aware of them.

It made my skin crawl at the thought that someone would do this to me.

But what sickened me the most is the fact that something about this appeals to me when it shouldn't.

I shouldn't like the fact that he broke into my home; I should like the fact that he went through all the trouble of placing all those cameras in my home to watch me.

It's sick, and I shouldn't like this sick behavior.

But I do, and that scares me.

For the first few days, I lay in bed, unsure of what I'm supposed to do.

But when the determination to take my life back took over, I decided to change every lock and window in my house, blocking off any way he used to get in.

Now, I'm taking the next step, one I have to do to be free from him.

After building up enough courage, I grabbed my papers and closed my car. Taking a deep breath as I stared up at the building, the uneasiness eating away at my stomach and the sadness of leaving made me weak in my knees.

But I have no other choice.

"Come on, Sabrina, you can do this."

With that, I made my way into the office.

I bent my head as I walked into the office, avoiding eye contact with everyone. My heart beats erratically with each person I pass by, scared that I will bump into him.

I cannot let him know about quitting; I cannot imagine how it will go.

I slipped into the elevator, and I let out a sigh as the doors closed behind me, the paper heavy in my hands. I'm making the right choice; I know I am.

But it doesn't make it hurt any less.

The elevator doors opened, and I held my head as I walked into the COO office.

Blake leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed on his table, a smile on his face as he typed away on his iPhone when I walked in, which, of course, is typical of Blake.

All play and no work. Instead, he just takes all the credit for other people's hard work to stay in his position. He was the reason why my promotion took time to finalize because he kept taking most of my ideas until I pushed past him to show my project for my promotion.