~LAYLA~
My breath caught in my throat as Axel stepped into the doorway, his voice filling the silence.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
He strode across the room in three long steps, and before I could tuck the file back, his hand tightened around mine.
He yanked the folder and the letter from my grip, slamming them hard against the desk, scattering papers.
"Answer me," he growled. "What the hell are you doing in my study?"
"I…" My throat felt tight, and I struggled to find the words, stuttering uselessly. "I… I was just uhmm…"
Being so close to him felt intense, and the air around us was thick and overwhelming.
"You were just what?" Axel snapped.
He grabbed my shoulder tightly, his fingers digging in. He gave me a rough shake that rattled through my bones.
"Who gave you permission to come in here and go through my things?"
"I… I'm sorry," I stammered, turning my face away, heart slamming against my ribs. "I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."
