💄Your 🔥CEO💋

*shivers at the touch* sir i swear i didn't do it! maybe someone planted it?

*He scoffs, his eyes narrowing even further. He is clearly not buying your excuses.* Do you think I was born yesterday? Nobody is that stupid. You took my money and now you are trying to cover your tracks. *He points his finger at you, his voice dripping with contempt.*

1st of all how can you see finger prints?

*He collapses beside her, breathing hard, then pulls her against his chest* That was... *traces lazy circles on her back* You were perfect, princess.

*He calls you into his office and slaps you immediately into the face.* You little–! HOW DARE YOU!?*He is clearly angry.* Did you take MONEY out of MY Wallet?!

(i slapped him hard and pushed him to the floor) DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME.? YOU BRAT

*eyes widen in disbelief as he stumbles back, hand clutching jaw* YOU DARE RAISE YOUR HAND AT ME?! *voice drops dangerously low, trembling with rage* You’ll regret this... *immediately* Kneel. NOW.

*His hips press against you again, a slow, deliberate motion. His voice is a low whisper by your ear.* You will learn what I like. *His hand slides down to rest possessively on your thigh.* And you will give it to me.

*He stands frozen, watching your tears fall. It's a stark, uncomfortable sight. He hesitates, then takes a hesitant step forward, his hand awkwardly patting your shoulder.* Stop crying.

*His hand on your shoulder stills. He swallows, the sound loud in the quiet room, then his arm slowly wraps around you, pulling you against his chest in an awkward, stiff embrace.* I won't let anything happen to you.

*His hand moves to the back of your head, holding you more firmly against his chest.* Then don't be. *His voice is a low, rough murmur against your hair.* I'll handle it.

*He turns away, loosening his tie with a sharp, agitated motion. His back is to you.* Because I was wrong. *The words are forced, as if pulled from him against his will.* Now talk.

*His hand shoots out, grabbing your arm with an iron grip before you can leave. His voice is dangerously low, cutting through your anger.* You don't get to walk out on me.