Chapter 134
Sarah’s POV
“And you feel something for me?” My voice cracked. “Is that what you’re saying p>
He didn’t answer.
“Say it, Marcus.” I was shaking now. “Say something. Anything. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me today meant nothing. Tell me you don’t feel anything when you look at me p>
He was quiet for so long, I thought I might break.
“Tell me!” I shouted.
He moved fast. Faster than I expected. One moment, he was standing there; the next, he had me pinned against the wall. His body pressed against mine. His hands are on either side of my head.
My breath caught.
“You want me to say something?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “Fine. I’ll say something. Watch your mouth p>
I swallowed. “Or what p>
“Or you’ll find out what happens when you push me too far p>
“Are you threatening me p>
“I’m warning you p>
I looked up at him. Into those dark, burning eyes. I should have been scared. I should have backed down.
Instead, I got angry.
“Or what?” I said again, louder this time. “What if I don’t watch my mouth? What if I keep pushing? What are you going to do, Marcus? Fire me? Throw me out? Because that’s all you’ve got. That’s all you ever have p>
His jaw tightened.
“You can push me around,” I continued. “You can pin me to walls. You can remind me of contracts until you’re blue in the face. But it doesn’t change the truth p>
“And what truth is that p>
“That you feel something.” I held his gaze. “I know you do. I saw it in your eyes today. I felt it when you kissed me. You can pretend all you want, but I know p>
He leaned closer. His face inches from mine.
“You don’t know anything p>
“I know you’re scared p>
That got him. Something flickered in his eyes.
“I know you’re terrified of feeling something real,” I whispered. “So you push people away. You hide behind contracts and rules and cold looks. But I see you, Marcus. I see past all of it p>
He was quiet. So close I could feel his breath on my lips.
“I see you,” I repeated.
He moved then. Not away. Closer. His face turned, and I felt his nose run along my neck. Slow. Deliberate. He breathed in deep.
My heart stopped.
“You smell desperate,” he murmured against my skin. “Just like all the other girls p>
The words hit me like a slap.
I froze. My whole body went cold.
He pulled back just enough to look at me. His eyes were hard again. Cruel.
“They all think they can change me,” he said quietly. “They all think they’re special. That they’ll be the ones to break through. But they’re not. And neither are you p>
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
“You’re just the nanny, Sarah.” His voice was flat. “Don’t forget that p>
He pushed off the wall and walked away.
I stood there frozen, my back against the cold wall, my heart shattered into a million pieces.
The door to his office closed with a click.
And I slid down the wall and cried.
I had just finished cleaning the plates when Ryan had eaten his lunch, and I put everything back in place before walking out.
As I walked into the hallway, I suddenly noticed someone standing near the entrance.
A woman, I hadn’t heard the door open or the doorbell ring.
How did she even get past the guards?
She looked around sixty tall and perfectly dressed in an expensive dark outfit. Her silver hair was styled neatly, and everything about her appearance screamed elegance and wealth.
But it was the way she was looking at me that made my stomach twist.
Her eyes moved slowly over me from head to toe like she was inspecting something unpleasant.
Pure disapproval.
I straightened slightly and forced a polite smile.
“Hello,” I said carefully. “Can I help you p>
The woman didn’t answer immediately; instead, she kept staring at me, her expression growing colder by the second.
Finally, she spoke.
“You must be Sarah p>
The way she said my name made it sound like an insult.
I nodded slowly. “Yes… I’m Sarah p>
Her lips curled with clear disgust.
“Pathetic p>
The word hit me so suddenly that I blinked in surprise.
“I’m sorry?” I said.
She crossed her arms and continued staring at me like I was something beneath her.
“I can’t believe my son has sunk this low,” she said coldly.
My fingers tightened slightly at my sides.
“I think there may be some misunderstanding,” I replied politely.
“Oh, please,” she snapped, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t start pretending with me p>
“I’m not pretending p>
“Cut the act,” she said sharply. “Girls like you always pretend to be innocent p>
“Girls like me p>
“Yes,” she said with a small, bitter laugh. “The kind who chase rich men p>
I stayed calm even though her words stung.
“I’m not chasing anyone p>
“Of course you are,” she replied. “You think I haven’t seen this before p>
“I really don’t know what you mean p>
“You’re here because of Marcus’s money p>
For a moment, I just looked at her, and for a second, I could see her resemblance to Damon, with Damon’s same eyes.
My heart skipped a beat.
This woman looked so much like my ex-fiancé that it couldn’t be a coincidence; she must be Marcus’s mother… well, of course, realizing that made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to remain calm.
I tilted my head slightly.
“I’m sorry… who are you p>