I turned before I slipped out the door and like a child I stuck my tongue out at his back. I fucking hated him. His words were embedded in me. It hurt to hear him say he should have had me terminated.
I had no idea what I had ever done to him, for him to hate me so much.
I ran down the hall making my way back to my room when I slammed into a hard wall. I stumbled back, bracing myself to fall on my ass but a pair of hands held me up and I looked up at the person who had my arms in their hands.
I sneered when I realized it was Oliver.
“What has you in such a rush little princess” He asked with amusement, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint.
I was about to reply it was none of his business when his hand lifted towards my face and I flinched as he touched the swelling bruise on my cheek. A deep scowl took form on his face as his thumb gently caressed my cheek.
“Who did this” He asked sternly.