SCARLETT’S POV
"So you're not going to listen to me," he said in a whisper, running his hand down my arm and leaving a warm mark.
Being in a hurry, I looked around the room quickly to find something to hold on to while my mind tried to come up with an excuse.
"I-I won’t," I stutter, my voice shaking. The pens moved when Alex slammed his hand on the desk.
"You're always being feisty, aren't you?"
He pushed me toward the meeting table before I could say anything. He had a strong grip on me that wouldn't let go, and I felt a rush of fear and excitement.
"You think you can mess with me and get away with it?"He hissed. His face was so close to mine that I could feel the heat coming from him.
I gasped when his teeth dug into the soft skin of my neck. He leaned down on me out of the blue
