“Thanks a million! You’re so handsome, sir!”
But when Aija realized how easily she’d caved, she forced a fake smile that could fool no one.
“I hate flatterers!” Victor sneered, pinching Aija’s cheek hard with a cruel grip, his voice icy cold. “As punishment, you will eat everything on this table!”
“What?” Her cheek throbbed painfully from the pinch, and Aija shot a disbelieving glance at the mountain of food spread across the table. “This much?”
And it’s all leftovers—with his saliva on it! Ugh! Disgusting!
“Spark, make sure she eats it all!”
“Yes, sir!”
With a final icy command, Victor turned on his heel and strode away without a second glance.
Aija clutched her numb cheek, desperately ready to protest, but Spark blocked her path. Yet, in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling win
