CHAPTER FIFTEEN
~ Camilla’s POV
I scrambled out of his office like my ass was on fire.
Hell, it was on fire, figuratively, of course.
I stormed out of his office, my fingers clenched so tightly around the fabric of my ripped blouse that my knuckles ached. My bag was slung over my shoulder. The hallway was empty, thank God. I didn’t think I could handle running into anyone, not with the way my legs wobbled and my skin burned from everything.
I needed to get out of here. Fast.
The bastard had done this on purpose. He had made sure I left feeling stripped, not just of my clothes, but of my sanity, my pride, my entire sense of self. And worst of all? He enjoyed it. I could still hear his arrogant voice taunting me.
"Now, are you going to leave me like this, Camilla? Unless you’d rathe
