Dulcie sighed in relief.
She then bent down and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
Kyson watched her coolly as her slender waist moved past his eyes.
A country girl?
Why did he then have a feeling that she was not as simple as she looked?
âARIâ
Dulcie screamed as Kyson suddenly grabbed her by the waist and jerked her toward him.
Before she could organize her thoughts, she was in Kysonâs arms.
âMr⦠Mr.
Shaw? What are you doing?â
Kyson glared at her, pinched her chin, and said, âYou really should be careful around me.
Iâm not a nice guy.
I will hate to show you how unhinged I can be.
Do we understand each other?â
His hold on Dulcieâs chin was so painful that her eyes teared up.
âI understand,â she answered.
In the past hour, she found him to be moody and unpredictable.
Why was he suddenly angry with her?
What had she done? All she had done was stub out a cigarette.
Was she overstepping his boundary?
Dulcie ran through all the possible reasons Kyson had to be angry but could not find any.
His hold on her chin seemed to get more painful by the second.
âCan you let go of me? It hurts.
â
Kyson let go of Dulcie as though she sullied his hand.
She fell to the carpet when he let go of her.
He then stood up and unbuttoned his suit jacket before looking down at her.
He looked like a deity.
âThe closet is on the right side of the door, while the bathroom is on the left.
Take a shower and get rid of the stench of alcohol on you,â he said.
â0-Okay,â Dulcie stuttered.
Then it occurred to her that she had no clothes to change into.
âMy clothes are in my apartment.
I donât have any to change into tonight.
â
Kyson took off his jacket, not giving any indication that he heard her.
He then turned around and went into the closet without an answer.
Dulcie sat on the floor, rubbing her chin.
Kyson soon returned with a silk white shirt and a bathrobe that he threw at Dulcie.
âMake do with this tonight.
â