I sit facing the mirror and dresser in front of me, my mind wandering far enough to not notice the door is being opened.
The loud clicking of shoes against the tiled floor is not enough to steal my attention from my reflection in the mirror until Theron clears his throat.
Ever since the night of the party, I'd been confined into this room and even though I liked the room, my freedom being taken away from me feels like the most painful thing I've had to ever endure.
I'd thought of running away after the interview but knowing Theron, he'd find me and make my life even more miserable than it already is.
I slowly look up to meet his eyes and as he stares at me with a frown on his lips, I can't help but get lost in the pecks of silver that dance in his onyx eyes.
With much restraint, I dig my nails into my thighs to stop myself from the pressing feeling to touch his arms.
