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"Okay, that’s enough!" he growled. The almost-animalistic sound made me freeze in place. He had just reached his limit. I was definitely in trouble. "I’m actually flattered you’re jealous, princess, but you won’t speak to me like that! I value our agreement very much, and the fact you’re accusing me of violating it makes me sick."
I gulped, realising my mistake, but it was too late to be sorry. I’d overreacted because, for some reason, I had a persistent thought in my mind, reminding me that I was only his assistant. He was my boss. An insanely handsome, filthy rich, powerful man who could have any woman he wanted. And I was scared of losing him because of some beautiful model-like girl with a perfect body. Shit! I was acting like a stupid, insecure teenager. Yet again, his words and rage were proof enough to know that he cared much more about our relationship than about some giggling woman.
"I’m—" I started, wanting to apologise, but he cut me off instantly.
"I said enough, Electra! I'm tired of repeating myself," he stated furiously, and I whimpered. "Take two copies of the written rules, sign them if you agree with them, and add them into the file with contracts. Then, go to sleep. We’ll talk about this tomorrow!"
"Yes, sir," I whispered, staring at the ceiling. My voice trembled.
"Good night, Electra," he said. He didn’t even wait for my reply before he hung up.
I burst into tears immediately after the connection was broken. I threw the phone on the bed next to me, hugging the pillow tightly. I cried like a little baby. I felt miserable when he was angry at me. I felt unworthy of his attention when I made him mad. Why had I reacted so irrationally to an unknown female? Maybe it was because one of my boyfriends had cheated on me and he wasn’t even close to Mr Thorn’s league. Fuck! Or perhaps, it was because of my uneven period and hormones that were messing with my head.
I’d never been a possessive type, and yet, here I was, sobbing into the mattress, with my teddy bear pressed against my chest. I was in deep need of a tight embrace and chocolate ice cream.
Oh, God! I’d completed my punishment, and everything should be okay for Mr Thorn’s arrival. Our month together should start now, and what had I done? I’d showed him my seriously unattractive-jealous-girlfriend side, and I wasn’t even his girlfriend. Great! How could I mess everything up in a one-minute phone call? Fucking hormones!
30
Hard
Electra
Icriedmyselftosleep. I was gutted and disappointed by my own behaviour. I overreacted like some idiotic, rejected mistress without an obvious reason. And it made me angry I hadn’t been able to control my temper. Mr Thorn had told me he had a meeting, and what had I done? Instead of trusting him, I’d chosen to yell at him. If it’d been the other way around, I wouldn’t be happy about him making a scene, either.
I’d almost called him at least five times. I’d written a text message to him, yet I never sent it. I was terrified of his cold reaction or his harsh words. I felt horrible. Still, I hadn’t found the courage to make the first move, so I decided to wait. He should come back, and we could talk or do anything else he wants to make this right.
I knew, in Mr Thorn’s playbook, punishment was inevitable, and actually, I would truly welcome some manhandling. I craved to be put me in place by him. I desired for him to remind me that I should be respectful. I wanted him to care, to show me that he wouldn’t tolerate such behaviour. I needed him to put effort into my discipline, to feel him look after me even when I was acting like a spoiled child.
I woke up with puffy eyes and a throbbing head. I’d been sleeping less than three hours, and I desperately wanted to continue, but I made myself get up. The last thing I wanted was to enrage Mr Thorn more by not being at work on time.
I took a quick shower and put on perfect makeup to cover my swollen eyes and cheeks that were red from crying. I looked in the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the bathroom when I was dressed, studying my figure from different angles. I wore a grey pencil skirt with a high slit and a blue blouse with long sleeves. I decided to put my hair up in a high ponytail because I hated it when it fell onto my face. With a last glance, I grabbed my stilettos in one hand, my bag in the other, and left the bedroom.
I was walking barefoot, and my steps echoed on the marble floor. The vast space of the hall and living room was amazing, and I felt like I was in a gallery. There were expensive paintings, statues, and some antique pieces everywhere. The sofa could comfortably accommodate at least ten people, and the giant fireplace made the place look cosy. The entire apartment was like something from a catalogue, but there was no pictures of Mr Thorn or his family. I didn’t find one personal item in the whole place, and I’d been in every room. Except for his clothes, shoes, and accessories—nothing. However, he had three locked drawers in the office, so maybe something interesting was hidden there.
I looked to my right for a second, admiring the beautiful view, which was provided by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. I made a mental note to come here one morning and drink coffee during the sunrise. It would be a great experience to see how the city wakes up.
I put my shoes on, and I took a sharp breath. I was standing in front of the elevator, looking at the floor, ready to face the day. I was on autopilot, lost in thoughts about Mr Thorn and that stupid argument from last night, when the door opened and I wanted to walk in, but instead, I bumped into something hard.
I looked up, wanting to know who was blocking my way when I looked into Mr Thorn’s face, and my eyes widened. He shouldn’t be here for at least another few hours. He had meetings in San Francisco at ten and eleven o’clock. He should come back in the late afternoon.
"Hello, princess," he greeted me with a stoic face and took a step closer, pushing me back into the living room. I stepped away from him, unable to speak, knowing he was back only with one intention: to punish me.
"Did you forget how to talk, Electra?" His deep voice and devilish smile made my crazy heart thunder in my chest. I was scared and ecstatic at the same time. I was excited my wish was granted, and he came to give me a lesson, but I was afraid of what he planned to do with me. I knew he would be hard on me, that it would hurt, and I would never forget it.
His stern face and powerful stance made me feel weak at tge knees. His biceps bulged under the fabric of his black sweater. His breathing was even when I stared at his wide chest. Pictures of him hugging me tightly and letting me use him as a pillow flooded my mind, and I gulped. This perfect representation of a male specimen, with his evil grin and mischievous crystal blue eyes, was on a mission to teach me a good girl's behaviour. And I so wanted him to grab my arms, pin me against a wall, and have his way with me. Fuck! These were very inappropriate thoughts, considering the situation I found myself in.
"Your work since today starts at nine o’clock," Mr Thorn announced, interrupting my drooling over his handsome face and splendid body. "We have enough time to talk about what happened last night."
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to look him in the eyes. There wasn’t any hostility or anger in them, but I didn’t find a sign of affection either. He clearly didn’t want to make it easier for me. With my head hung low, I followed him into the living room. The morning sun was shining through the windows; its lights were glowing with different colours.
"Sit down, Electra." Mr Thorn pointed to the sofa, and I sat down, pressing my legs together, secretly admiring him from behind my eyelashes.
The black jeans he wore hugged his ass tightly, making my imagination go wild again. My fingers were itchy with the desire to touch him, to trace the perfect lines of his abs. I lusted to taste the firmness of his muscles, to lick his skin up and down. Fuck! I longed to suck his fingers one by one.
After maybe two minutes, he joined me on the couch. He was casually leaning in his seat, and I felt his gaze on my face, so I slowly raised my eyes to meet his eyes. He slightly tilted his head to the side. His expression softened, and my tense body relaxed a little. He wasn’t an insane monster; he cared about me. He would never purposely hurt me. I knew that.
"What was the last night about, princess?" Mr Thorn asked, and I fidgeted in my spot.
