•• Sheila POV ••
I'm so grateful for Freddy's help. I can't even imagine what could have happened without his intervention. Our mentor is such a nerve.
"Thanks to the heavens!."
I gladly move to the kitchen to replace Freddy's order.
I gaily take the new tray back to him with a huge smile on my face. Very excited to thank him for what he did.
Though I'm still astounded that he did that for me. I don't know why, but I'm grateful.
As I arrive, I notice that our mentor had already left. Freddy is alone. Great opportunity to thank him.
I move in, out, to the fresh air.
Freddy is resting in his chair, with his abs, all carved out.
"Sexy!".
I rapidly swallow my spit in a gulp, I nearly swallow my tongue along.
I keep moving closer, he isn't noticing my presence.
Now, I'm standing by him.
"Sir, sir!."
I softly call for his attention with the tray in my hands.
He coughs and seats up at my voice without saying a word.
I place the tray on the little slab by him, taking a deep breath reckoning not to say something foolish because I'm good at that. Good at jeopardizing things.
I gather all the courage I have, just to speak out my mind. With a strange tone different from theirs.
He is so cute and this doesn't easy things up.
I bend my head searching for the right words, I unexpectedly hear his seductive voice
"Our deal is sealed!."
He exclaims
I instantly lift my head in panic, shocked at the same time...
"Which deal, sir?."
wondering aloud
"I supported you, now it's your turn to help me too!. And you know what I need from you!."
He arrogantly declares with the smile on his face fading away.
"Sheila, you are such a naive girl!."
I slap myself in my mind.
When I think that I was about to thank him for his act of kindness, meanwhile his act had nothing to do with kindness.
He is a weathercock, only thinking about his selfish interest.
I'm so disappointed in him. "No!" I'm disappointed in myself for expecting something good from him.
I guess he didn't get this rich by being compassionate and kind.
I scowl and clench my fist so hard, not knowing what/how to reply. I turn to leave because it's best to avoid plunging into trouble.
I take steps further.
I grope his startling clutch on my arm. I attempt seizing off my arm in vain. He grips tight.
Thus, he pulls me closer to him. My chest hit his chest and his warm breath blows my naked neck like a tremendous wind.
My hands place on his soft oily naked skin. I don't know the cosmetic product he rubbed on, but I'm damn in love with it. It makes his skin bright and slippery. I yearn to knead his skin.
I can feel his heartbeats.
How I wish, I could dwell like this forever.
"Say something!."
He mumbles in a cold tone.
His huge voice plucks me back to Earth.
WTF, reality hurts.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!."
He raises his voice and clenches me harder this time.
"Ouch!... You're hurting me!."
I scream not loudly thou, not wishing to call for attention. The situation is already embarrassing enough.
"Then, say something!."
He fumes in anger with his stare fix on me.
This makes me slightly quiver.
What does he expect me to say?.
"Get the hell off, me!."
I fight him in vain. He doesn't move an inch.
The situation gets more uncomfortable. If I get caught in a client's arm I will be condemned, not him. I fucking need this job
I better do the right thing and leave.
After things for a couple of seconds,
"Fine, find!. I won't let it out."
I murmur.
"Louder and clear!."
He orders as if I'm his child.
This makes me furious.
I roll my eyes scowling, I clench my fists so hard that my nails almost slash into my skin.
"Wait!. So this means he wins!. This easily...?!."
I hesitate, battling with myself.
He keeps scowling with a death stare.
“Aaaawwww!!..” he actually looks cuter.
"Sheila concentrate".
I hit myself in my mind back to reality.
"I won't tell anyone!."
I repeat louder as he ordered me to, this breaks my heart.
"Better!."
He gloriously exclaims and he frees me like a piece of garbage.
He seats back.
His body can slay, yet I'm mad at him.
He can't win this, I tell myself.
I take steps towards him. irritation surges in me. I utter without thinking
"Even if I decide to speak who will believe me over you?... Mr. Freddy, be calm your reputation is safe.
I won't tell anyone how drunk and vulnerable you were that you sleep off in my arms like a newborn... Not forgetting that I saw your gigantic d*ck..."
I start speaking in a low tone, increasing my voice bit by bit.
He instantly stands up, covering my mouth. He clenches me so hard that his fists slightly cut into my skin.
Baring his teeth.
"Are you crazy, young lady?."
bitterness swipes along his face.
He then releases my mouth in disgust, I notice how hard he is combatting with himself not to overreact.
"Just stick to your words!."
His muscle grows tense and he seats back.
"I have worsened the situation."
now I feel very sad, I'm ashamed of myself.
"Sor... ry..."
I try to apologize
But he shots me up before I can finish speaking.
"Get out of here, now!."
He raises his voice
All this, freaks me out. I clench my death.
I leave with all the shame of the world on my head. One needs to see the look on his face, omg a very nasty and horrifying one.
"Sheila, your mouth, will put you into serious troubles one day."
I yell at myself as I move away.
"But, I didn't wish to speak, he forced me too. So, he can only blame himself."
I console myself.
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