Suits ━Mark Tuan

Choices

Stella

"We never had an agreement like that." My arms were crossed and I feel the honorifics slowly dropping.

He's infront of me sitting like he really doesn't care. Legs crossed, both arms are spread on the sofa's back rest.

"That's what I'm telling you right now." His eyes were focused on me.

"Do you even know what that means? It's like being on hiatus from my own brand and I have to give up on releasing more collections for now since you're hiring me as your personal designer, Mark." His eyes went from very serious to something very teasing and sarcastic.

He gave out a short laugh after the statement I just made.

"Completely dropped honorifics huh?" I didn't care. I am calm but it's about my career so i'm very serious.

"Anyways, I won't prevent you from releasing your collections and anything for your own brand while being my personal designer– if you can do it. The only thing you're not allowed to do is to design for another specific person. Only me, Stella. Only me." Baby, your possessiveness is showing.

I sighed, he's like making me choose between him and my career except this one he made it lighter.

"Take it or leave it, Stella." He stood up from the sofa and started walking slowly towards where I'm sitting.

I smirked. He gets everything he wants doesn't he? This brat needs a little taming.

"Should I?" A river of thoughts came rushing through my mind, I need to decide now.

I stood up once he was in front of me.

I deeply stared into his eyes.

"Should I take it, Mark?" I intentionally said his name in a different tone.

The next thing I knew, an arm was swiftly placed on the back of my waist.

"You should, Stella."

He's not falling into my trap— he's setting up one.