Will we soon hear a Breezy and Woods collaboration? Nate smirked. "I heard that you have been hanging out with Chris Brown lately. He claims that you have some really excellent skill and that he wouldn't mind recording a song with you.
Robert's menacingly menacing glare went to Nate. Nate gave him the same defiant smirk as before, and Woods grinned. He shook his head and bit his lip to keep a smile from breaking out. He laughed, "Your theory is correct, I have been hanging around with Breezy. But I won't be releasing a song with Chris since he's just messing around, she said.
It also mentions that you own four mansions, one each in Canada, Paris, Los Angeles, and here in New York, as well as twelve expensive vehicles. Do you believe it's necessary to spend so much money on flashy items? Do you ever worry about losing your money?
He leans forward and smiles mockingly, "Yes, I do have all those things, and I most certainly do think it's necessary. "I live a luxurious life, so why should I feel guilty about spending outrageous amounts of money?"
He frowns and adds, "Oh and before you ask again." No, I don't worry about losing my money because it won't ever happen.
"You seem really confident on that, Mr. Woods," I make fun of him.
He smirks, "Well, I'm a confident person.
I roll my eyes and say, "Hmm, I can see that."
His sneer disappears, and he resumes aiming daggers at me. "Mr. Woods, I have one more question for you."
He mocks, "And what is that, Ms. Jones?"
"Will you be participating in the photo shoot for this article's feature?"
He brings his bottom lip into his mouth after licking it. He directs an intimidating gaze at Nate and Lisa. "You two. Out. Right now."
I hiss at them, "You don't have to go anywhere."
Robert frowns at me and then turns to face them. He snarls, "Will you both get out." "Now."
Nate almost shoves Lisa out the door as he apologizes to me with his eyes. I stare at Robert and say, "I'll deal with him. Nate slams the door behind him and says, "Go." I adjust my skirt before getting up from my seat. "Mr. Woods, will you be participating in the photo shoot or not?"
He approaches me carefully and looks me up and down, from my toes to my eyes, before asking, "I don't know do you want me to?"
I don't mean to offend you, Mr. Woods, but I need to return to work, and I know you do too.
"People will wait for me, and my work can wait. I work whenever I want."
I say angrily, "Well unfortunately I do not have that privilege. Now please answer the question." "Are you going to be at the photo shoot or not?"
He walked closer to me while repeatedly clucking his tongue at his mouth's roof. I retrace my steps till I reach a wall, kicking myself for not going to the door first. On either side of my head, he places a hand. Did I or did I not advise you to monitor your language when speaking to me?
In spite of my deep-seated anxiety, I ask with confidence, "Did I or did I not tell you that I could talk to you however I want?"
I swear he resembles the devil when his eyes become a dark colour. He croons in my ear as he draws closer. "Your mouth will get you into trouble one day."
He begins kissing down my neck before I have a chance to react, looking for a weak place. I wail when he finds it. He presses his core against my own while grinning on my neck. How the hell is he treating me?