I'm so fucked.
I lick my lips, trying to keep a semblance of pride in the way I hold myself.
"Watching you slowly believe I wasn't right there observing you for nearly four hours has been the highlight of my day, little sunflower. You badly love my attention. It's dangerous."
"Why is it dangerous?" I bite my lower lip the second the words are out, and he catches my regret, his mocking stare sending a wave of shame crashing into me.
Like an idiot, I didn't even think to deny his claims.
"Because Kayla." He opens the manila folder he put on the desk. I can see black-and-white pictures, but I can't make out
what they are exactly. "That means you're already mine. That means whatever pretend fight you have in you will be gone soon. A part of you fell for me a long time ago, and the second I manipulate you to believe I reciprocate that, you will give me everything. Every single thing that makes you. You will be mine. You're powerful, Kayla, but you're no match against me."
