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attracted to him. 

After a few minutes, Victoria started becoming nervous and impatient. She cleared her throat and Nic finally looked over toward her."Why do you continue to disobey me? It's not going to do anything but anger me and add more days to your stay here," Nic said, while leaning back in his chair. "I ask one simple request, and you don't do it. And for that display of defiance...you've just earned yourself another seven days. One more week. So you're now up to twenty-one days. Or I should say just twenty, since you somewhat pleased me last night."

"What?! You already added a week since last night!" Victoria screamed. "You can't just add one more time, any time you want!""Yes, I can. That was part of the agreement we—," Nic stated calmly, before Victoria became furious."You bastard! You snake, just like my dad always said! We're changing this agreement right now!!" she hollered, almost in tears and shaking. Victoria knew she was being childish with her screaming fit, but she couldn't figure out how else to get it out. He was staring at her, not making a sound. She could only see his jaw flexing.

Nic got up from his desk and walked toward Victoria. He noticed her backing up while trying to wipe her nose. 'Good,' he thought. She needed to be worried. When her back hit the wall, her eyes flashed with fear, which he quickly saw fade and was replaced with anger. 

Victoria didn't know what to expect. She was trapped by the wall, but damn if he would see her scared of him...even if she was. He quickly approached her and stared down at her, only a few inches from her face.

"Don't you ever interrupt me again. Don't you ever tell me what to do again. And so help me, if you ever fucking yell at me again, your ass will pay the price, and I do mean literally," he said, narrowing his eyes at her.

Victoria felt like crying. He wasn't her fucking father! But something about the way he looked at her made her believe he was telling the truth. He was nothing more than a sadistic prick. She could feel the tears building up, and she could feel her eyes glassing over. 'Please don't drop, please don't drop,' she prayed to herself, willing her tears to stay on the brim of her eyelids.

"If you don't like the agreement we set, then you can leave. But I'm done with this discussion. I refuse to argue with you," Nic said in a low, menacing voice. "Now, put on the Goddamn outfit, or leave. Your decision."

Victoria tried to stare up at him with indignation, but she quickly lowered her head when the first tear dropped. "I still hate you," she spat out, not caring if he added another week.

"Just as long as you do what I say, you can hate me all you want," he said, turning his back to her. He walked to his desk, and sat down. "Go change. And wipe your makeup off, and let your hair down" he commanded, before he started jotting more notes down.

Victoria walked over to the couch and retrieved the bag. She walked into the bathroom and did as he asked. When she changed into the lingerie, she realized what a beautiful sexy outfit it really was. The light blue complimented her honey-kissed, mocha skin. And the expensive, soft material felt divine sliding across her body. Where she on her honeymoon...this would have been perfect. She would have felt like a sexy princess. Instead, she was acting like a cheap woman to please some sick psycho who her father owed money to. Amazing how a different scenario could cause an outfit like this to make her want to vomit. She quickly wrapped the small white rob around her body and exited the bathroom.

Nic looked up when Victoria walked out of the bathroom. His dick started rising to attention. The effect this girl had on him was ridiculous. She looked so timid and shy, but he knew she had a small temper underneath all of that. That she could be a wildcat if she wanted to.

Nic leaned back in his chair. "Come here."

Victoria made her way over to his desk, slightly wobbling once due to how