Celine's POV
"Give me your phone."
His instruction is stern and his voice is as void of emotions as always. I'm used to him being ruthless and cold, but the man that is in front of me is a monster. A cold-blooded monster.
With trembling hands, I hurriedly pick up my phone, praying fervently that Jayden doesn't call again. Maybe if he doesn't, I can argue my way out of the mess he has created while lying peacefully in his bed.
He asked me to work for him, scratch that, he made me sign a stupid paper to work for him all my life, so why is he calling me in the middle of the night? I should be the one bugging his phone and slamming his annoying ass with lawsuits, but here I am, literally on my knees and pleading for both their mercy.
"Celine."
It's not a good sign, because this is t
