"Call me sir" he demanded.
"What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct?
"Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine.
No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself?
I cleared my throat and spoke.
"Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested.
"Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it."
This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk.
Move back, Mister!
"Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze.
(S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain)
He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his lips brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal."
'No! I can't let this happen.'
I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes.
Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.
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