Unholy Contract

open, my breaths were coming out shallow and my palms were sweating as I took a step out of th

oors, but up here it was dead quiet. The stillness of it made me feel uneasy and uncomfortable but after a while, I finally gathered the courage to take a few more steps,

sed me as I thought that there would be hundreds of peo

st desk was empty which furthered my confusion. I walked up to it and noticed a small bell sitting on the counter, rin

eft of behind the desk suddenly opened, causing my heart to skip a few beats. With my palm placed

in accentuated his intense ice-blue orbs and his face was chiseled and perfec

a Greek god to shame. The masculine beauty that he possessed was incomparable. Just

rip any second as his broad shoulders stretched it to the max, hi

his presence filled it to the max, al

voice boomed throughout the large room, each syllable bouncing off the cream-coloured walls, my eyes snapped up and

l over my face. After gathering the courage to spea

w how nervous I was. The frown on his face etched itself deeper when I spoke, causing my insides to twist

ok, his authoritative presence demanded attention. His sculpted face wore

scent, and as it filled my nostrils, I had to suppress the urge to close

my head to my toes. I was finding it hard to stand. My knees

eck to stand up. His voice bellowed throughout the large room, each word filling th

ofia Cartier, I am here for an interview, sir.” My voice

. He observed me carefully, caressing

wrong floor, this is my office. Every other person here for the interview is i

rcing myself to swallow the lump in my throat. "

he situation in a rush. “The receptionist told me that the interview was

ck towards the door he walked out of. I was left sta

d through the thick atmosphere and before I kne