~FABIOLA~
I can feel my hands shaking at my sides as I stare at his face. What did I just do? I reach out, my fingers hovering near his skin, desperate to apologize.
“It’s okay… I’m okay,” he breathes. He draws his breath in ragged, shallow hitches, shocking me to the core. He should be angry. I just punched him, for God’s sake.
“I’m so sorry, sir… I’ll—I’ll resign right now if you want me to,” I plead.
He turns back to me, and I gasp. Blood is already soaking through the fresh bandage on his nose, dripping down his lip. “It’s okay, really… I shouldn’t have touched you like that.” He wipes the blood away with the sleeve of his expensive shirt, sniffing hard. “That wasn’t right of me.”
“That was a terrible approach…” he continues, stepping back to give me space. I let out a breath of p
