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Chapter 15

Sometimes you just remain frozen, you don't realize when things pass over you and you are unable to control them. You are just willing to analyze what had conspired, of what had happened but you come out blank because you hadn't had any hold on the circumstances and you weren't armed to think about having any.

I feel completely disoriented when I heard him refuse. A no? seriously? The coffee cup dropped to the ground shattering and spilling its contents everywhere. I jerked at the noise, he plainly and rudely clenched his jaw tight without paying heed to the broken cup or me at all.

He stood up and crumbled the piece of paper that was meant to be my resignation, very formal at that. The strength with which he stood up got his chair to hit behind at the wall with a loud thud making me flinch.

His jaw was tightly clenched to the intensity that might cause a few teeth to pinch off, but his remained to their position surprisingly. His eyes were dark green almost black with what seemed to be raw fury, if the tick in his jaw didn't give it away.

His very intimidating gaze locked me from moving from my position, I scrambled behind in tiny steps, equalizing the steps of a little chick that is being threatened to be eaten by a stray cat.

He walks round the desk towards where I stood, dang it! which direction to run? only one. No frack, this is not the time for some silly fangirling spree. Escape.

He strode in his very infuriated stance and I turned around to sprint out of the door. Bad decision I know, but can anyone blame me? I have this very daunting guy stalking towards me whose inflamed gaze appears to be capable of burying a person six feet under.

Just as I take a pick to run, I'm turned, my forearms are clutched in his warm, huge ones and am being pressed against the wall. I shut my eyes tight at the action. His scent settles over me as a cloud, engulfing me from all dimensions.

I could feel his warmth near me but the overwhelming feeling of his presence kept me from opening my eyes.

Enraged or not, the confused fackuting butterflies have no hindrance in their coven whenever he is near. They make me totally nervous, even though I want to be anything but that, especially in front of people like him. Just as their ego isn't really the size of Everest that we feed it with the satisfaction of their success to grow it out of management.

His breath fans my face due to the close proximity. His breathing comes in puffs as though he is struggling to control his anger. My body cowers at his vexed posture but I refuse to open my eyes.

"Open your eyes" he said in almost a whisper, a lethal undertone to it. I'd shut them tighter, contradicting his demand. That modulation in his tone though, how does he do that? He went from being normal raspy to this dangerously murderous voice. It's like he has some built in regulator that adjusts his vocals according to the situation to however he pleases.

He can unnerve a man in a heartbeat, all he's got to do is gaze and change his voice to the desired tone to deliver the message, mission accomplished.

My chest heaved in trying to ease the respiration. I was on the edge of panting like a dog, I cannot basically blame my parasympathetic system, for starters he smelled delicious, secondly he was so close to me, actually in my personal bubble, what is one more likely to do? heart beat and breathing is meant to go crazy.

A finger trailed in a feather touch to the side of my face, I inwardly shivered. A touch so delicate, so gentle. My eyes snapped wide alarmed -not comprehending his clashing actions to his words- to be drowned in his dark green ones and he was closer, closer than I'd even assumed for him to be. His body had caged me against the wall as his eyes did my gaze.