He's the enemy

**Emily’s POV**

Alexander watched me for the longest time before he cleared his throat.

“I asked you to be ready by eight.” He growled, stepping towards me.

I took a step back in alarm.

“It's fúcking past eight already!” He barked. "And who the hell do you think you are to disobey my order?!"

His grey orbs glinted.

“I’m sorry, but there isn’t any wall clock in this building. So, I won't know if it's past or not. I got dressed immediately when she arrived.”

I apologized, even though I was sure it wasn’t entirely my fault.

He reached for my arm, and I instinctively stepped back.

My response seemed to anger him the most.

“Are you wearing undies?” He asked.

“And why will you even ask that?!” I snapped but regretted it when his gaze darkened immediately.

He stalked forward and I took a step backward until my back pressed against the wall.

Alexander slapped his hands above my head on the wall and he hissed. “Did you just snap at me?”

One of his hands held my chin up to meet his blazing eyes