I grabbed his wrist, and dragged him out of my car. I saw him flinched, but I did not care. My anger was getting ahead of me. I heard my phone rang again. Atticus kept on calling me, and I kept on rejecting it. I know he knew that I took my secretary from his unit. I made sure he would know. I left some of my pheromones in there.
“Sir, aren’t you going to answer that?” my secretary asked. I just gave him a cold glare before I pressed the button on the elevator.
“Since, you like prostituting yourself to my lawyer, why not be a slut for your boyfriend?” I said, making it clear the sarcasm behind my words.
“It’s not what you think it is…” He said, as he looked away from me. The elevator door opened, and I shoved him inside.
I pulled him for a kiss, and did not wait for the elevator
