“Slap yourself,” Ethan ordered.

My feet halted and I turned to look at him, shock reeling in my expression.

His dark eyes were fixed on Stacy who still knelt on the floor—her eyes wide, her lips parted as she stared at him in disbelief.

“But…but…sir,” she stuttered and Ethan’s lips curled into a sneer at the sound of her voice, almost like hearing her speak irritated him dearly.

“It seems you don’t like your job as you claim,” he spat darkly, and her eyes flared at his words.

“No…no…not at all sir.

I’ll do it,” she said hurriedly.

“Good.”

Stacy’s trembling hands raised up in the air, then she brought...