The CEO and The Doctor

13. "And keep putting up with your mood swings? Make me!"

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Mr. Knight's cook brought me breakfast to my room early the next morning. After finishing it, I got dressed and then carried the tray downstairs to the kitchen.

My feet stopped in their tracks upon entering the kitchen. Mr. Knight stood leaning against the kitchen island, sipping on a glass of water. His eyes locked with mine, and I had to force myself to move my feet.

I placed the tray in the sink, feeling his eyes on my back. I turned around to look him in the eyes.

"I... have decided that I won't stay here any longer." I announced.

A frown etched on his forehead, his eyes narrowing. "And where will you go?"

"I already told you last night." I responded firmly.

A menacing look formed in his eyes, and he started taking predatory steps towards me. I stilled on the spot as he stood in front of me. Close enough for me to feel his body heat. His tall frame made me feel small and intimidated.

"You're not going anywhere." His voice was low and threatening.

"I'm not your prisoner!" I found myself exclaiming.

His eyes darkened. "I'll make you one if I have to."

I stared at him, searching his eyes and my brain for words suitable enough. "What is wrong with you?"

"Everything." He muttered.

I sighed in exasperation. "I'm getting late for the hospital." I mumbled in an attempt to end the conversation and get away from him, but as soon as I tried moving away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards him.

"Let me go!" I struggled, but his hold on my wrist stayed firm. "I'm fed up of you and your bipolar personality!" I blurted.

He sucked in a breath, as if trying to calm himself. He dropped my wrist. "This is just the way I am, Aysel. I can't change what I am."

What a convenient excuse.

"And this is the way that I am, Mr. Knight. Way too sensitive. The slightest bit of harshness hurts me! And you've been doing that since day one!" I exclaimed.

He took another sharp breath. "I told you, this is how I am."

"Well, I'm not forced to put up with your shit." I claimed, moving towards the door.

"You are!" He raised his voice, stilling me in place. "I'm your boss. If I'm asking you to stay here, you're going to stay here!"

"Or what?" I challenged, turning back towards him.

His jaw clenched as he squeezed his eyes shut, seemingly trying to hold himself back.

"I'm getting my bag and leaving." I declared as firmly as I could.

"You're not going anywhere! You're staying here until I tell you to leave." He bellowed.

"Stay here?" I snorted, although my heart had now picked up pace at the authority in his tone and demeanour. "And keep putting up with your mood swings? Make me!"

He grabbed my arm again, glaring at me. "Aysel, stop complicating this."

"You're the one who complicates stuff! We were fine! Until you yelled at me out of the blue!" I burst out.

He huffed agitatedly. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, clearly forcing the apology out of his mouth.

Half of my anger became replaced with surprise. "You're what?"