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