PSYCHO ROMANCE_(FORCEFULLY MINE)

Love From Hell 💗P20

As Mania and Rehza reached his office building, they entered inside, and everyone's eyes turned towards them. She could feel their gaze on her, so she grabbed Mania's sleeve tightly.

Noticing her discomfort, he pulled her closer, his grip firm and possessive.

They went inside his office.

His office was immaculate, with a cold, luxurious air that mirrored his demeanor.

"I have a girl's crop top somewhere. Let me find it. Meanwhile, sit down. If you need anything, just let me know," he said with a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Girl's clothes?" she mumbled to herself.

"Maybe he has a girlfriend. Who cares? But if he has a girlfriend, I shouldn't be here," she started to overthink.

"Mania—" she began, but he interrupted her sharply.

"Sorry, I didn't find any girl's clothes, but I did find my white shirt," he said, forwarding his shirt towards her.

"It will be loose for me, don't you think?" she said hesitantly.

He sighed, his eyes flicking over her top, which was becoming transparent from the spilled coffee.

"You don't have a choice. Think of it as new fashion," he said, his tone brooking no argument as he shoved the shirt into her hands.

She sighed and took it, feeling the weight of his gaze on her.

They locked eyes for a few tense moments.

"Why isn't he going? How will I change?" she thought frantically.

"Aren't you going to change?" he asked.

"What the hell? How will I change in front of you?" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

A cruel smile formed on his lips as he stalked towards her, his presence overwhelming.

"Why, are you feeling shy? We've done this before. I’ve seen you without that, or should I describe more?" he taunted, his voice a dangerous whisper.

She pushed him away, anger and fear mingling in her chest.

"You're being a creep. I will leave for real," she warned, her voice shaking.

"Fine. I’ll turn around and close my eyes. Now you can change," he said, turning his back to her.

She calmed herself and hurriedly changed, her fingers fumbling with the buttons.

"Now you can turn," she said, her voice barely steady.

He turned and looked at her, his shirt hanging loosely on her small frame, accentuating her vulnerability.

Without a word, he took a pin from his desk and approached her, pinning the shirt below the collar, his touch both gentle and possessive.

They were close enough that she could feel her heart pounding.

His gaze locked onto hers, intense and predatory. He leaned in, the distance between their lips vanishing.

Just as their lips were about to touch, someone burst into the room.

"I'm sorry, you can continue," Alex apologized hurriedly and rushed out.

They broke apart, tension crackling between them.

"What the hell was that?" she whispered to herself.

She looked at him, her eyes wide when she felt his gaze on her, she rushes out of the room.

He was left standing there, confused, until she reentered, grabbed her bag, and left again, her parting words a hurried apology.