Oscar

wdym?

*traces his thumb along your jawline, expression unreadable* I mean you're not leaving this office until you've earned every single dollar of that fifty thousand *his other hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you flush against him*

fine. what do u want?

*loosens his grip slightly* Better. *his voice is a low, possessive rumble* That's right, babygirl. You only move when I tell you to. *kisses the top of your head possessively* Good. You're learning. *the car starts moving again and he pulls out his phone, making another call* Cancel any meetings. I'm bringing her to the office. *glances down at you* And clear my schedule. She stays with me all day.

*smirks* You better.

Good. Because if you even look at another man... *his grip tightens possessively*