Chapter 7

As I walked into Clyde's office, I felt a mix of nervousness and fear. If I had the option to avoid him, I would have done so a long time ago.

I've always been nice, so why was I treated this way? Me? Will Clyde Marcus end up as a sex slave? He can even hire prostitutes to warm his bed. There are many more stunning and attractive women waiting to join her in her hunger. But why bother with me anymore? I'm still a virgin!

Wait!  I'm not a virgin anymore!

I want to be angry again, but what good would that do? He always wins, no matter what I do to him.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

I was blown away by the wind and finally made it into the office.

When I walked in, I noticed Clyde sitting and looking at me intently. I swallowed and tried not to betray my anxiety.

"Sit," he orders.

I followed it and sat in the chair across from it. He inhaled deeply and raised his elbows on the table. It locks its gaze on me.

"I want you to l