Chapter Three - What in the actual...
Clara's POV-
Cautiously knocking at the door to his office, I really hate him. Hearing his voice which is icy so I presume he's angry, as I gently push open the door as I almost cower while I walk in. He's sat behind his desk his green eyes are burning with rage as he quickly darts of replies to emails.
"Sit down Clarissa." He orders just as he looks up and smiles at me," I didn't mean to snap before by the way." Gracefully moving over towards me as he sits down across from me.
"I have a preposition." He tells me and I twiddle my hands nervously in my lap as I look down," please look up at me Clarissa it gives me some insight to what you're thinking. Plus I get to see those beautiful eyes by the way I think you look stunning in your glasses."
Those two words cause me to freeze like a rabbit in the headlights, 'beautiful' and 'stunning'. Uncomfortably wriggling around as I want to leave as I look around at the doors and windows. Noticing his hands are drumming on the table between us that adds some much needed space.
"Are you okay?" He asks me and I want to scream at him right now.
Silently nodding, he was similar except a lot more forward on touching. Mr McGregor. Feeling the tears well up in my eyes as I remember back to then.
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Finally the memories or nightmares fade away as I glance up at Mr Winter, who is staring at me with concern.
"You okay?" He asks me and I just nod as I stand up turning to leave,"we'll do this talk tomorrow. "
But I slam shut the door before he can tell me anything else. I have to come and talk to him tomorrow, wait tomorrow is my day off. I'm not coming in on my day off he can go shove his ideas up that perfect round sculpted ass of his.
Walking away and grabbing my bag as I jog home. When I get home I sit on the sofa and decide to order a Chinese. I don't want to cook tonight. Dialling the number as I say what I want before ending the call, as I decide to slouch around in my pyjamas which consists of maroon jogging bottoms and a black vest top.
Laying down on the sofa as my eyes start to drift to sleep, half an hour can't hurt...
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Blackmailed into being yours...
RomanceI never wanted this. Staring down at this horrible man, the man who'd ensnared me and not in the good romantic sort of way. The same man who was smiling as he placed the over the top sparkling ring on my finger, I was his. And his alone. He'd trappe...
