Enzos voice was a dark whisper , tinged with menance . "You disobeyd me baby", he murmured ,his eyes burning with intensity.
(It's time for punishment )
Elena's heart raced as she met his gaze, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins "...
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It's been a week since I joined Moritti Enterprises, and so far, it's been an enriching experience. I've learned a lot and have been actively involved, presenting twice already. Enzo's feedback has been positive, which feels validating. Whether it's genuine praise or just to boost morale, hearing it from Enzo Mority is an accomplishment in itself. The week went smoothly, with professional encounters with Enzo that I managed to navigate without letting them distract me.
I've started making new friends here, Like Nikki and Rose's sister- Sarah. Sarah, who I'm working closely with on one of the projects. She is so down to earth, that it doesn't seem like she is my senior; she feels more like a friend. I've Been getting well along with my colleagues. There's this guy, JACKSON , who is my senior. I've had conversations with him but he touches me frequently, he touches my shoulder, face hold my hands, while it's only been a week , i can't shake this feeling that there is something off with this guy. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but this is something I have to be cautious about.
***
Today, I was deeply engrossed in working on the project, knowing I had to submit the details to Mr. Moritti tomorrow. The office had quieted down as everyone had left, and I hadn't noticed the time slipping away. Suddenly, Jackson appeared beside me.
"Hey Elena, don't you have to leave?" he asked casually.
I looked up, feeling a bit startled. "Yeah, I'll leave in a while. Just a few more things to wrap up," I replied, focusing back on my work.
"Okay," he said, lingering there and staring at me, which made me increasingly uncomfortable.
"You can go now, Jackson," I suggested politely, hoping he would take the hint.
"Elena, there's something I need to tell you," he continued, ignoring my subtle cues. "I think I like you. And I have a feeling you might feel the same way. Maybe we could hang out sometime."
I was taken aback, unsure of how to respond. "Jackson, I appreciate your feelings, but I don't see you that way," I replied firmly. "You're a nice guy and my senior, but that's all there is.
As I told him I didn't feel the same way, Jackson's expression turned furious. He didn't respond, and sensing the tension, I hurriedly began packing my things to leave. Without warning, he grabbed my hand from behind and demanded, "Elena, stop. You can't just walk away like this. This isn't what I want from you."
"Jackson, let go of my hand. There's nothing between us. Please understand and let me go," I pleaded, trying to free myself from his grip.
He twisted my hand, pushing me against the wall. "Elena, I'll take what I want from you. You can't stop me."
"Jackson, release me now! I'll shout if you don't let go," I warned, feeling trapped as he disregarded my protests. "There's no one in the office, and the security guard won't return for an hour. Please, Jackson, let me go.
