𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Heart thumping rapidly; his nails drumming rhythmically on the glass table infront of him as his gazed bore into her, waiting for her to utter a word — a bit of movement is enough.
His browns orbs pierced into her dark hues, a smirk playfully lingering on his insatiable lips.
"Well? Are you just going to stand there? I have a meeting in ten minutes. Hurry up," He bellowed, she right away sensed that he was getting annoyed by the tone of his voice.
"Mr. Reid. Please I—" She started to say when suddenly she restrained herself from uttering another word when she saw him getting up from his shivel chair and walked oh, so slowly towards her..
Not gonna lie, he indded look ravishing in a black suit and tie if she wasn't in his office, she'd definitely tear that suit off.
There was an eery silence; all she could hear was the sound of her own hear pounding on her chest loudly.
She wonder if he could her heart now.
He stood infront of her. He was atleast four inches taller than him. He averted his eyes downwards, glancing at her. He suddenly cupped her face, before pulling her and kissing her on the lips hungrily as he backed both of them on the wall.
She was trapped.
Fuck, she should have just placed the documents on his table and left.
At the back of her mind, she knew that this was bound to happen.
But this was all wrong.
She was supposed to loathe him.
But all she did was let him grab her and kiss her.
She felt so wanton around him. Her brain couldn't function properly when she's infront of him. Her brain kept telling her to push him away but her heart on the other hand, kept saying to give him another chance and let him in again.
He pulled down the strap of her velvet dress, she could feel the material sliding from her shoulders. His lips travelled downwards; on her neck, trailing down to her shoulders and to the favorite part of her body, the collarbones.
As a marupok, she let her hands roamed on his back, gripping on his suit as she moaned in pure bliss.
"Please..."
He slightly pulled away from her. He wanted her to beg for his touch. His soft caramel orbs bore once again into hers, "What do you want, Nadine?"
Dark brown orbs met caramel brown ones.
Somehow, his eyes have a power over her, somewhat compelling her — intoxicating her.
It was a trap, she knew.
"I want divorce,"
