"If I want to f*ck you! I'll f*ck you! I won't write this bullshit!" He growled like a deadly beast.
Emma flinched in her place. His face was so cold and dark that it made it difficult for her to look at him.
His unfiltered words terrified her. If he wants to... No, he can't!
"Now tell me who wrote this?" He seethed while scrunching that paper in his fist, his knuckles going white in rage.
Emma stared down at the floor. She wasn't expecting things to turn out like this. "I-I d-don't know." She faltered while gazing at the door for a brief second.
If she made a run, for now, she could make it to the door until he would round the table.
Before she could even take a step forward, her way was blocked by a huge body. Dark tattoos on the neck were visible and dangerous.
She bit her lower
