PEARL’S POV
"For, what?" Charles repeats my words, not attempting to hide the agitation.
“Pearl Waters,” he pauses, making me squirm beneath his cold, hard stare. “There was a little incident downstairs. I am sure you know of,” he pauses, allowing me to say something regarding what happened.
The bliss from orgasm washes away by the thoughts of the rude lady, making me feel like a pile of s**t beneath her shoe.
“Yes, what about it?” I feel my fingers starting to grip the black sheets.
“Pearl, screaming out ‘b***h’ in my lobby will not be acceptable in the morning. Are we clear?”
“In the morning? Only moments ago, you said you didn’t care about what I did. Now, you have concerns that I outright called her a b***h?”
“Moments ago, you were not my employee,” he answers dryly.
“Wait, a
