His Desired Possession

Accusation⚡

"Yeah, sure, ass... sir," she gritted her teeth, and I couldn't help but giggle at her suppressed frustration.

He left after that, leaving an uncomfortable atmosphere in his wake.

"What's going on? Will you tell me?" I asked her, anger seeping into my voice.

"Fine, bitch. Meet me at the club today," she retorted, her anger palpable as she stormed away, leaving me both bewildered and slightly amused.

She's too cute when she's angry!

Oh, shit! I completely forgot that I had to meet that grumpy man as well.

With a sense of urgency, I hurried towards the top floor. As I reached, I saw the secretary sitting there, smirking at me. What is it with everyone smirking at me today?

I huffed in annoyance and knocked on his door, my heart racing in anticipation.

"Come in," I heard his voice, filled with anger, and confusion washed over me.

I entered the room, only to find him already glaring at me. Suddenly, even I felt a wave of fear wash over me. I gulped nervously, my voice betraying me.

"Y. Oh... I... what the hell! Why am I stuttering?" I wondered, my mind a jumble of thoughts.

"What were you doing there?" he shouted, his voice piercing the air and causing me to flinch.

"Huh?" I looked at him, utterly perplexed by his accusation.

"What were you doing there with Antonio? That man was holding your hand as if you were his very important work, and you were letting him touch you," he growled, his frustration evident as he threw a glass piece across the room, the sound shattering the tense silence.

I flinched at the sudden noise, my heart racing even faster. What's wrong with him?

"I... I didn't understand," I protested, trying to gather my thoughts, but the current scene prevented me from doing so.

He marched towards me, pinning me against the wall, causing me to gasp in surprise. There was barely any space between our bodies, and the proximity sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and confusion.

He punched his fist angrily into the wall, and I winced at the display of aggression. Shit!

"Stop this for fuck's sake!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. Despite being strong-willed, seeing him behave this way was overwhelming and entirely unfamiliar.

I slowly opened my teary eyes, only to be met with his furious gaze.

"You won't do that," he stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Why?" I managed to utter, my voice choked with tears. I was in no condition to speak, but I needed answers.

"You won't, Ms. Kashish Sharma. You won't go to him," he declared, stepping back slightly and smirking.

"Or is it that you're enjoying being around all these people?" His words shattered my world, and I felt an unbearable pain at his accusation.

He's calling me a slut?

Fury ignited within me, and I glared at him through my tear-streaked face. "You fucking don't have any right to judge me and my character! It's my wish to do as I please. And what about you, Mr. Knight?"

He looked at me, confusion etched on his face, as if unsure of what I meant.

"You dare to label me? You have no right to judge me or my character!" I shouted, my voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over as I confronted his unfair accusations. My world seemed to shatter around me, the weight of his words crushing my spirit.

Defiance burned within me as I looked at him through angry, teary eyes. "And what about you, Mr. Knight?" I retorted, my voice laced with venom. "You're no different. Busy with your own parade of women, aren't you? Don't forget that not everyone stoops to your level."

The room fell silent as my words hung in the air, the tension between us thickening. His eyes bore into mine, confusion flickering across his face. It was as if he hadn't expected such a fierce response from me.

"You don't have any right to speak shit about me!" he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

"And neither do you!" I shot back, my tone challenging, before I turned on my heel and stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, my emotions spiralling out of control. How could he judge me so harshly, without knowing the truth?

As I made my way back to my department, the weight of his words lingered, a painful reminder of the hurt he had inflicted. He may be a Playboy, but that didn't excuse his harsh judgement. I reminded myself not to expect anything from someone so shallow, someone who saw women as mere conquests.

"Huh!" I scoffed, trying to regain my composure. Anger surged through me, fueling my determination to rise above his baseless accusations.

"Bastard!" I muttered under my breath, refusing to let his words define me. I wiped away the tears, determined to prove him wrong and show him the strength within me.

Little did I know that this confrontation was only the beginning, a turning point in our tangled journey.

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