“How was your coffee, ma’am?”
I did not think, not even for a minute—my hands raised in the air, before it came down heavily on her cheeks. Greta parted her lips to say something, but I beat her to it with another slap on her left cheek.
The sound of skin hitting skin echoed as she screamed in pain.
“How dare you!” I punctuated my every word, as they ripped out of my throat in rage.
Greta held her cheeks watching me with wide eyes, then her hands lifted to slap me back, but she was too slow.
I caught her slim wriggly hands easily, my fingers sharpened into claws as I dug through the skin of her hands.
She struggled against my grip, shouting through her pain. “Let me go you b***h!”
“You think you are untouchable just because you spread your legs for the CEO you w***e!”
“w***e!” I
