CHAPTER 80: BEAT THE BOSS

LILITH’S POV

His obnoxious laughter and constant snorting overshadows every other source of sound and draws all eyes and attention to our table and especially to me, covered in my well anticipated lunch.

I take in deep and calculated breaths to calm myself. He’s not worth the stress of exploding in front of everyone and his tactics at bullying are shallow.

“You look a little prettier.” He adds again, scooping a bit of the stain on my bosom and tasting it on his tongue. “And sweeter too.”

From the corner of my eyes, I spot Ivan getting up all of a sudden raging in anger and stomping over to our table, most likely to share his fists with his bastard.

I raise my palm at him when our eyes meet, shaking my head as a sign that he shouldn’t intervene. He looks annoyed but he holds himself back respectfully.

In the middle of his laughter, I lift the plate off my thigh and stand up, now I’m nowhere near this motherfucker’s height but I will not be intimidated by him.

“Shut up.” I say coldly.

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