Knock On the Door

"Dont call me that", she whispered, turning her head in any other direction, avoiding my cautious gaze.

"Why, does it bother you knowing I could ruin your pathetic little life with just one word?", I taunting asked. "That everything you worked for, the empire you built from the floor can crumble in just seconds?", I continued, just trying to get a reaction out of her.

Her eyes darkened, and her fists clenched. The vein popping at her neck, clearly visible before she cleared her throat and rested her almost shaky hands on the hem of her skirt.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Mr. Grey, I am here to try and secure a job position in the Grey Company" , she gritted out, annoyance clear in her tone.

"I don't fuck with you Isabella. Did they send you here to seek out secret information? Was your fake life so boring you had to seek out hope in me and beg me to touch you? Or did you just miss me so much you had to come begging on your pathetic little knees?"