Cedric Reed’s POV
“You can leave.”
It was the last thing I said, feeling the poison in my throat wanting to come out through my tongue and sting it. But I held back.
I watched her leave with her confident stride, her head held high and without looking back.
As I watched her, a question echoed in my head once again; Why?
She arrived here with a big smile, which disappeared when her eyes connected with mine. She couldn’t speak, she stuttered, and even her skin turned pale and I could see the terror in her green eyes.
A terror that I enjoyed causing her. I reveled in seeing her overwhelmed, so puzzled that she couldn’t process what was happening. But the woman today came in, setting fire to the rain with her attitude. Now I want to ask her to be quiet, to stop asking me if I need anythi
