"Call me sir" he demanded.
"What?" I heard it correctly 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 said that.... Err....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 it's abbreviation" he quirked a brow "your thick head had a little knowledge in it" and supplied.
This time he inched a little more while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk.
Move back Mister.
"Yes, I do see a word by it's meaning." I said, tying not to fall in his gaze.
(S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain)
He got closer and closer stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table either side of me, where I could feel his lips brushed 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 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.