Chapter Seven; You'll eat your words

“What exactly are you sorry for?” He began, and my throat worked as his designer shoes came into my line of sight. I couldn't dare raise my head to look at him, I might just break into tears, and irritate him more.

But Oh his voice, His voice, when he finally spoke, was like a melody weaving through the air - smooth, velvety, and commanding attention without effort. Each word dripped with a rich timbre, resonating with a captivating depth that made my insides churn with an unfamiliar emotion.

There was a hint of gravel in his tone, adding a rugged edge to its otherwise smooth texture, like sandpaper against silk. It carried a subtle undertone of authority, a reminder of the power and confidence that lay beneath his ice-cold exterior.

“Are you sorry for disrespecting me? or turning me into a laughing stock?” he adds in a dangerously low tone, and I feel his heated gaze bore holes into the back of my skull.

When I don't answer, he stomps his feet impatiently against the marble floor. I flinch as I hold back a whimper, already on the verge of tears.

“Answer me!” He demands, his tone bursting with a twinge of annoyance that left my knees weak with anxiety. But unfortunately, my brain failed to deliver a coherent answer. So I did the one thing I knew how to do best.

“I’ll do anything you tell me to.” I continued to plead, my voice barely audible against how loudly my heart was beating. “Just please let me keep my job.”

A beat of silence passed, and I waited with bated breath, silently praying he didn’t call security to throw me out.

I'm caught off guard when he grabs a fist full of my hair, and I hiss in pain as he forces my head up with a hard tug.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I looked up at him helplessly, and my pathetic sight seemed to amuse him as his lips split into a devious smirk at my expense.

“Anything?” He raises a brow, and I try to nod but his tight grip on me does not allow it.

“Yes.” I finally say. “Anything.”

“Let me ask you something first.” He began softly, and I blinked repeatedly when I caught sight of his free hand moving to unbuckle the straps of his belt.

What the hell?

“Why did you rank me as number three?”

What?

“I don't understand…” I trailed off, watching closely as he unzipped his trousers next. My gaze trailed to the evident bulge as I unconsciously wet my lips.

Damn, every part of this man was sculpted into divine perfection.

Luke Graham pulled on my hair tighter, and I let out a sharp cry as he roughly grabbed my chin. He crouches down to my eye level, anger blazing in his heterochromatic eyes.

“How the hell did you rank me below a fucking employee.” He rasped, his statement invoking a sudden realization that hit me like a hard brick.

This man…was more enraged about the fact that I had ranked him below Caspian on my list, rather than the fact that it was leaked for all eyes to see.

And of all the things to direct his anger at, that was what annoyed him the most?

Oh, why does that make my pussy throb?

“No reason.” I knew my answer would piss him off even more, but I don't know where the sudden boldness that washed over me came from. I was playing with dangerous fire and was very much aware this flame could burn me, and still “I felt he'll be better.” I had a craving need to be burned.

In reality, staying on my knees, in this position, with this beautiful man in front of me, stirred something deep within the depths of my aching soul, a mix of feelings I had believed were non-existent.

Want, desire…..

Lust

I loved the way his eyes stormed with a whirlwind of emotions, my own eyes lowering seductively as I chose to push him once more.

“There was an empty slot and I needed to fill it with anyone that came to–”

My words are stolen as he sprung to his feet and shoves his dick in my mouth with one powerful thrust of his hips.

“By the time I'm done with you.” He began, chuckling darkly as he looked down at me struggling against the girth of his length.

“You'll eat your words.”