"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...