POV Valeria.
The pressure on my wrist hurts me. Mattia's eyes are so dark they've turned black and shiny. I clench my jaw and pull my arm as I exclaim:
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you drag me out like that? What's your problem with me, Mattia Morgan?"
"Do you really want to know what my problem with you is? Do you really not know what my damn problem with you is, Valeria Ordóñez?" he shouts, making my joints contract.
My veins throb strongly and his face has turned red as I watch him throw the tie and the gray vest to the floor. I take a deep breath and clench my palms tightly as I watch him. He's out of control, I feel that if he doesn't control himself, he could slam me against the elevator wall or worse, strangle me.
«And not in the way I want»
"You came down here kn
