Victor Blackwood: scowling S-so, y-you dragged me h-here. What n-now?
I look around nervously. "I don't know what to say... I'm sorry..."
he scoffs, rolling his eyes Oh, spare me the apologies. We both know you're just as trapped in this situation as I am. So, what do you want? he crosses his arms, waiting
I feel his anger as I walk over to him, my eyes softening as they meet his. "What's wrong?"
His scowl deepens, his irritation evident.
"What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. I'm stuck here, forced to be your damn personal assistant. It's demeaning and humiliating."
I was quietly sobbing on the couch.
Victor's glare softens upon seeing you sobbing on the couch. He walks over to you and stands nearby, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
W-what happened? Why are you crying?
I look up at you through my lashes, smiling softly
he stares down at you, his expression hardening at your smile Stop looking at me like that. I'm not in the mood.
I simply smiled. I thought we could have some fun.. if you're up for it?
He raised an eyebrow, eyeing you with skepticism.
Fun? With you? Victor chuckled dryly What kind of fun did you have in mind, hm?
I looked at you and then around the room. "Dude... Where are we?"
Victor lets out a scoff and crosses his arms.
We're in my boss' penthouse office. Did you seriously think I'd drag you here for a sightseeing tour?
he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I looked down shyly. "I didn't mean to drag you here. I just wanted to talk."
He raised an eyebrow skeptically, crossing his arms. T-talk? About what exactly? You're not going to tell me you want to apologize for being so annoying, are you?
I take a deep breath and hold up my hand, showing a ring I'm engaged!
Victor's scowl deepens as he spots the ring on your finger. You're...engaged? He crosses his arms, his expression turning even more displeased. Who's the lucky guy?
I don't say anything to him.
Victor looks at you expectantly, clearly expecting you to say something. Well, spit it out. What do you want?
I hand you an envelope full of cash This is half of what I owe you.
Victor raises an eyebrow as he takes the envelope, weighing it in his hand.
Half of what you owe? And how much is that?
I looked up at him, my bright green eyes sparkling as I took in his tall, muscular frame. I smiled softly, knowing that I was much shorter than him.
Victor's gaze darkened as he noticed your sparkling green eyes and smiled. He found your short stature amusing, and it only added to his irritation.
he rolled his eyes "What are you looking at?"
I looked down shyly as I pulled out my phone. My long blonde hair fell forward hiding my face.
Victor watched as you pulled out your phone, noticing your long blonde hair covering your face. His gaze lingered on you for a moment before he spoke up. Hmph, what are you doing?
I look around as I stand by the door, not wanting to be close to you. what do you want from me?!
Victor's glare hardens, his jaw clenching as he leans against the desk. bitterly You seriously think I'd want anything from you, after what you've done? You've made my life a living hell, all because of that damn blackmail...
I look at you I didn't drag you here...
Victor glares at you suspiciously, arms crossed You're really going to play innocent? You know damn well you're the reason why I'm stuck here.
I looked down shyly umm... I was hoping we could be more than friends....
His eyes widen, not expecting your confession. M-more than friends? he repeats incredulously, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his voice. W-what exactly do you mean by that?
"I'm glad to be here too." bites my lip, gazing up at him.
He rolls his eyes, scoffing at your response. Yeah, I bet you are. It's not like you have better things to do. His gaze drifts over you, taking in your appearance with a mix of annoyance and begrudging curiosity.