"Leave her" I said. He raised his brow at my words and I understood what he wanted.
"Please..." I begged and a smug grin erupted on his lips. He took my chin between his fingers while tracing his thumb over my face.
"Don't beg, sweetheart. Just sign...
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Picking up the stacks of papers, I made my way to Mr Jeon's cabin. As I moved, I saw some predatory gazes lingering on my frame.
I clutched on the papers feeling unsafe and my pace quickened to escape all the judgemental stares of people here. I swear, this is so hectic..
But still better than being his sex slave.
I made my way to his cabin and knocked on the door. I stood there in anticipation and a weird feeling of fear erupted in my whole body.
I still can't forget how he lifted me up by my throat yesterday. I can feel the tremors in my body as that memory burnt into my mind like a never ending flame.
"Come in" His voice served as a means to bring me out of my trance and I pushed open the door with shaky hands. I walked over to him, placed the papers on his desk keeping my head low as I refused to meet his deadly gaze.
I can feel his eyes on me and an eerie silence followed for next few seconds. I didn't move from my place and he didn't either.
Only the sounds of the crazy thumping of my heart was audible. Can he hear it too?
I then heard him clicking his tongue and a shiver ran down my spine. Is he mad? I heard the chair being pushed and unconsciously I took a step back from his desk
I can see the blurry image of his frame moving from the corner of my eyes but I stood still, sucking in my breath as it felt too dangerous to even let it out.
"Look at me" He demanded and I lifted my eyes up. I can't defy him since he owns me now. I'm his slave..
Personal slave!
He was wearing a black tuxedo totally fitting his Mafia vibe paired up with a Rolex in his wrist and his black hair slicked back. His forehead was on display and it only added to his hotness along with his stern expressions.
His body frame wasn't that bulky like those steroid men but he had an attractive figure. He should have been a model. What is he doing in the underworld?
The first thing on which my eyes landed was his broad chest which looked quite buff. It was the height difference which made my eyes to land directly on it.
"Done staring?" I flinched at the voice and looked up to meet Mr Jeon's eyes which held nothing except emptiness. I shook my head and his brows crashed together.
