Enslaved By The Ceo
sunny day outside. It's probably five in the morning. The but
tears have dried up after crying last night. How is it going right now? What will I do ne
tight bun. I remained in that dem
Clyde Marcus Sal
I dressed and stumbled out of the room. When I returned, th
nia? What happened to you
, I want to leave.
"Ha?" "What a
hand firmly. I don't want to stay h
tioned again, "Did you cry? Your
. I don't want to work here any longer. When I heard the
all that the eyes were focused on. He could mess things up, and i
I don't know what happened to her, and she wants
e perplexed at once. I also can't be left alon
as about to take his hand once more when
What are you saying? You want to quit your job here?
respond to him. I'm not sure if it's better for me or if he's still my
grabbed my arm and yanked me away
edged that I felt uneasy as he pulled me
on my arm after dragg
and upset with him. They exchanged blows. to
ked. His jaw clenched, and a glo
arms, and he took
allow you to leave
stumbled, "R
ly realized. If I shouted, perhaps
ease, hel
. "Do you also know that my office is sou
finally began to flow. I'm cr
trength to yell at the demon in front of me, "R-Release me! What d
go of m
I behind you for, and you're doing this to me?" What it does to me nex
. I don't care." As my rage increased,
emininity I should have in the person I love. I kept punching him in the chest because I assumed he would al
ssed me on the cheek. a rough kiss similar to last night's
me,
e to mind. the person who l
lyde's lips separated from m
He released my hand as he grinned at them. His features dark
all. He pointed, placed his face to my ear, and whispered, "Yo
to leave, then go ahead. If you choose to leave an