DESDEMONA

I stopped when I reached the door, the hot tea still burning into my skin.

I took a deep breath, knocking on the door.

“Come in,” his voice came out from inside the office, sharply.

I opened the door slowly carrying the tray. He was still sitting there calmly, his hand resting on his jawline, his body leaning on the chair as he spinned.

I put the tea on the table, ready to escape, but his quick hand grabbed me, pulled me back to the lap.

“Where did you think you were going ? You think you can escape from me….” He leaned in whispering. “Mona, you are stuck...