Pretending is the last thing I would do in my entire life. Yet, what am I doing now?

 

Ecckkk…

 

“Come in” his cold, baritone deep voice echoed and filled the emptiness of this dark room, though I can’t clearly saw him; as he was seating straight to his crown, I can perfectly enough see his pair of eyes—

 

His cold, deep and dark eyes that enough for me to feel an uncertain shivers deep down my spines.

 

Our eyes met in instant, I found nothing but his piercing stares enough for me to deep bury in where I stand, enough for me to literally melt in fear, I gulp trying to recollect all my senses firm.

 

“So what my secretary keep on saying was all true, you really indeed look like her” he said half smirking and half fascinated.

 

He walks towards upon me, and from a far where do I stand, I can perfectly picture his face, his perfect jawline, his pointed and manly face. His eyes whom I found beautiful yet dangerous. His intimidated look was enough for me to shaken. The way he looks at me, the way he stares, He looks at me with disgrace, as if he saw someone on me, which is indeed truth.

 

What am I doing this now?

 

Why do I have to do this now?

 

I keep reminding and reminding myself since the time I stood here, alarmed and feared.         

 

I’m just doing this out of need.

 

Ah! That’s right, I need this job more than anything—

 

Same as how he needs me to do this—

 

 

Yet, why am I feeling this way around? I wanted to back out, I wanted to run away from him, yet I felt my feet glued on floor,

 

 

That somehow, makes another shivering throughout my system.

 

And I know, he is a very dangerous man.

 

“What a beauty with a cunning face” he smirked.

 

I know somehow, though I was one hundred percent sure he was not pertaining to me, a part of me was hurt from what he said. As far as I know, I never did anything to him, I did nothing. I am just here because he say so,

 

“So I assumed my secretary already told you what you need to do right?”

 

He said, his eyes were piercing, his stares were cold as ice yet, why I saw a glimpse of longings etch on his handsome face?

 

“Y-yes” though I tried not to stutter in his front it is very impossible to do,

 

“Okay. So we all do clear now?”

 

“Y-yes” I look down not wanting to meet his cold stares.

 

 

 “My secretary will brief you for what you need to do. You can leave now”