Chapter 8

"You could've just talked to Mr. Falcon, sir. I can walk to the bathroom alone, though," I whispered softly as we watched his father walk out of our floor.

He clenched his jaw so much that I thought he would shout at me, but instead, he neared me—not that he's not near me.

"S-Sir..." I stuttered when my back hit the wall.

He put his arms beside me, cornering me and ensuring that I had no chance to slip out of his hold. He bent down a little, only to level his face against mine.

He smirked at me without humor. His eyes are blazing with fire and anger.

"What did you call me?" he asked with a little smirk on his face, even though his eyes were burning.

I put my arms on his hard chest, slightly pushing him away, but because he is stronger than me, he did not even move a little. He snapped at my arms that were on his chest, gathered them, and held them tightly.

"Answer me," he demands, the smirk on his face is already gone. He's completely dangerously looking at me now.

"S-Sir..."

I was cu