Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 28

MALAYINA

May 11th 2018

I do as I'm told and I sit back down in my chair looking right past him. Refusing to pay him any notice no matter how much my body yearns for his attention.

"Mikros." 

I sit back and continue to ignore him. 

"MALAYINA!" He raises his voice and I jump.

I look at him with tears brimming my eyes and my bottom lip wobbling.

He sighs, running his hand over his face and lets out a frustrated growl. 

"You will be the death of me woman." He says through clenched teeth. 

"Is that a promise?" I ask him before I could verbally stop myself. 

He shakes his head and scowls at me. 

"Do you love sucking dick that much?" He leans back and takes a sip from his cup.

As he swallows the glossy espresso, he scrunches up his nose and peers into the cup. 

"That is disgusting." He says as he places it back down on the table.

He's not a fan girl,

How long has he been paying close attention to you for?......

My inner goddess whispers. 

"I don't like being reminded that I'm to remain under your thumb until I've paid you back in full." I sniffle. 

"So it has nothing to do with me forbidding you to suck dick?" He asks me for reassurance.

"No Amar!" 

Even that sounded bratty to me.

"Kalós." He stands and picks up the folder I gave to him earlier. 

"You're leaving?" I felt a pang of disappointment with his sudden need to leave. 

"Naí, I'm due in court in an hour and I have to return to my office to pick up my laptop." He looks down at me with an unreadable expression on his beautiful face. 

"Oh," I stand and slide my chair into the table. 

"What is it, mikros?" He glances at his gold watch.

"It's about Maddie." I look up at him nervously.

"No." 

"But.."

"I said no mikros." He says deeply as he cuts me off. 

"Okay,"

I bow my head and look at my overworn sneakers hating the fact he dismissed before he got the chance to hear what I wanted to ask him. 

His expensive Corthay dress shoes come into my line of vision. His warm finger slides under my chin as he raises my face, forcing me to make eye contact with him. I stare into his eyes admiring their beauty. 

"What is it mikros?" He asks gently.