TRAPPED BY HIM

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he only time I've had the urge

small studio in Beverl

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se of

her hair flirtatiously, and even w

looked like he'd been the butler to hitler, she

erek asked in a sing-song tone, his

ing enough. "I asked her to come with me, and the seco

r way better than you could." Derek glared at me, but he was not done talking. "I sa

in anger. Derek was never wrong,

on I'd dragged her was because Cily had refused to come

ugh, it was his party and he c

ion to business. I did that to stop further questions and self righteous advice, an

ited for Derek's response. This lawsuit was

tty. Thomas did nothing wrong and the case you're trying to put up, will be squashed.

cared about him, but sometimes, all I ca

the first thing I could off the

of my glass in one gulp. I hated losing, but it

use of the sneaky o

" Derek's eyes darted around the room, like he was about to say some dreaded secret.

take my revenge. He can run and hide, bu

d chills down my spine and I nearly stag

t night blinded my vision. I should have been de

se of Tho

f to remain calm. Everytime I remembered that night, something died in me, and eve

nd tugging at my cufflinks. The room was

r, I saw Cily push the man away gentl

ether, but suddenly, I wanted to

nd the man. Cily stared at me, her eyes w

ith me with her eyes. This was what got me going–the look in her ey

, and the man wisely backed away with his hands in the air. I watc

better than Hi

ngratefully. Her beautiful face was scrun

ring, her eyes raked over me, stopping briefly at my lips, b

ting up. The quivering of he

at lip. I ached to have her moani

In my head. And right now, it was al

d to think

truggling not to strain agai

, and drag me without the slightest consideration for

ng about her. "Stop talking and just come with me.

ing of drums in my head made me a less reasonable pers

I could hea

, she took a menacing

oked like they were going to pop out of their sockets, and her voice

wn by her sudden declaration. "No, yo

the edge. I closed the distance between us, and she took

boss, not the ruler of my life." Cily sta

, and her hair felt like silk agai

making a

of my nearness or what I said. I hoped it was the latte

didnt get to say anything as a co

ed towards the entrance. The door swung open, a

more than anything in the

hands into fists at my sides. W

d in recognition. She grinned from ear to

o myself as I stood there, my e

was just as I had remembered him, save for the salt and pepper stubble.

d when it did, I wondered why

de open. I knew I should not have been shocked, but

dd

father