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You Are Mine

"I'm glad we agree about this, Miss Cooper."

"Me too, sir. And just call me Betty, please."

"Okay. And thank you Veronica for helping Betty with this project. I want her to get all the help she needs."

Mr. Resley flashed me a big smile, and the turned back to the dark haired girl beside me. Veronica only gave him a firm nod.

I could see there was something wrong with her, by how she clenched her teeth and kept her hands in tight fists.

What is this about now?

"I think this is it. I'll call you later, Betty." The man told me with another wide smile. "Thank you so much, Betty, for coming. I appreciate it." Then he turned towards my girlfriend. "You too, Veronica."

"It was my pleasure, Mr. Resley. I'll see you later." I told him gently.

"See you, sweetie!"

I could see Veronica tense next to me. Her eyes were dark, and every part of her screamed something. Anger? Frustration? I couldn't understand what had made the usually so calm and gentle girl become like this.

Suddenly she grabbed my hand tightly, and started dragging me out of the office. I could do nothing but follow her, and shoot a one last look of apologize at the confused man behind his desk.

Veronica kept dragging me behind her, first out of the office, then out of the building, and last to the garage where our car was waiting for us.

When we finally reached our car, I forced her to stop. She shot a glare at me, trying to get me inside the car. But I didn't let her.

"Veronica, what's wrong?" I asked her worriedly. This wasn't usual for her.

"Oh, like you didn't notice." Was all I got out of her.

What the hell is wrong with this girl?

"Notice what?" She just snorted at me, without saying a word.

"Veronica, seriously. What didn't I notice?"

"The way that old perv was staring at you."

Uh, what?

"Sorry, but I don't understand anything right now. What way?"

"Seriously Betty?!? All the time you talked he was staring at you with his disgusting hungry eyes! Just like he just wanted to grab you, place you to the table and take you right there and then!" She screamed at my face. I could see the anger boiling in her eyes, and it made me a bit scared.

"C'mon, V. That man is my future boss! And he wasn't looking at me like that, we were just talking."

"Oh, right." She bridled. "All that flirting, all those looks, little touches- that's what you call a conversation?" Her voice was low and dripping with sarcasm.

"Are you jealous?" I asked, almost amused by her ridiculous actions.

"What if I am?" She stared me challengingly with her dark eyes, and took a few steps closer to me.

"I don't want that perv to think about you without that cute cardigan on. I don't want him to think about you, while he pleasures himself tonight. I don't want him to think about all the ways he could touch you, ways he could pleasure you, how good he could make you feel..."

Her voice was now becoming more and more low and raspy, it sent shivers down my spine.

After every sentence, she took a step closer. I couldn't do anything but watch her, and swallow hard. Suddenly my throat felt so dry, and my head started spinning.