Emma
I scratch my neck. Frustration screeches through my skin.
I furrow my brows slightly as I try to remind him about his text.
Wouldn't it come off as desperate and needy? Throwing myself shamelessly at a man. Not just any man, but my stepfather.
I take a slow breath, trying to find the right words.
“Is there a problem?” His eyes boring into me, he pins me with his gaze.
“Uhm, no.”
“I expect you will open the file and read through it,” he says coolly and sits down.
I watch him open the laptop on the table and begin to read something that I can't even flash a glance at.
I’m furious, I glare at him while he’s just sitting there like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I feel on edge just being treated like I was never a real thing.
“Don’t you love me?” I blurt out, voice aching
