Chapter 19

It was interesting how the human mind worked during a manic episode. There I was, having proposed marriage to my boss in a fit of rage. He didn't improve my embarrassment by reaching to his desk and pressing a button to lower the blinds automatically, shielding us from prying eyes.

Then, he clasped his hands in a prayer-like gesture. The silence in the office was killing me with nerves.

"Did you come to work drunk?" he asked patiently.

"I'm not drunk. N-nor am I high," I defended myself, stuttering.

"You sound and act like an intoxicated person to me." He leaned his face on one of his hands.

"But that didn't bother you when you slept with me that night, did it?" I asked.

At this, Lucius became serious, straightened up, and looked at me darkly. From accessible to armored, I watched him transform in a matter of seconds.

"If you want to go down the path of blackmail, you'd better give that up now. You and I both knew what we were doing. We both enjoyed it. Or will you say I took a