"No private conversations in my company, Ms. Carlson," he says coldly, making me gasp silently at the accusation. "Concentrate on your work. I'm not paying you for nothing." I don't even have time to say anything in return as I have to watch his back while he walks away, not even giving me a chance to respond to his...
"I don't share," he growled right into my ear, his heavy breath hitting the base of my throat. "I'm not yours." I hissed back. He stepped closer, a smirk appearing on his face like all he was feeling at this moment was amusement. My patience was thinning because he never tired of testing it all the time. "As long as...
Ik heb zoveel spijt... Ik mocht het nooit gedaan hebben... Ik kwam er achter... Ik voelde me slecht... Wie moet ik nu kiezen?... Als je meer wilt weten lees dan gewoon het verhaal. :)) Meer vragen kan via reacties of wattpad privé.
