Chapter 4 I Don't Want To Work For You Anymore

Valerie walked to the car with all the grace in the world and got in.

"Mr. Layfield," she greeted.

Edwin spent the whole time observing her face.

He waited for her to say something, but even after a few minutes, she remained seated with her back straight as though all was good.

Tired of waiting for her to say something, he took the first step. "You came out rather quickly."

Valerie gave him a cold look after hearing the surprise in his voice. "What's that tone for? Did you think I wouldn't come out?"

Edwin just narrowed his eyes and looked away. Looking at him, it was a little difficult to know how he felt at the moment.

"I guess I judged you wrongly. I underestimated you."

Valerie's smile fell after his words. Feeling her anger rising again, she looked away from him and focused ahead. "Maybe I picked up a thing or two after working for you for five years."

Edwin looked at her, but the dim light didn't permit him to read the expression on her face.

He unconsciously touched his lips with his cold hand.

Then, he raised his head and stared at her through the rearview mirror.

How was it that her face was so blank after what just happened? This wasn't the lively woman he had hired a few years back.

His gaze roamed over her until he noticed the mark on her neck.

The calmness he felt seconds ago seemed so out of his reach now.

"Stop the car!" he ordered coldly.

The driver didn't need to be told twice. He quickly pulled over at the side of the road and stepped out.

This seemed to fuel Valerie's anger who instantly placed her hand on the door handle to go out too.

However, Edwin held her other hand and pulled her back before she could open the door.

Startled by his sudden move, she fell straight into his arms, his familiar scent filling her nostrils.

He hugged her tightly from behind and placed his chin on her shoulder.

Valerie's jaw tightened and she tried to squeeze herself out of his hold. "We're in the car, and that too at the roadside!" she hissed, but Edwin seemed not to hear the sincerity in her tone. He flipped her hair to the side to see the red mark more clearly.

"If you could have sex with that lecher in the lounge, then doing it with me in the car shouldn't be such a problem for you, right?"

As he spoke, his hands went to the opening of her dress and skilfully pulled the zip down.

The feeling of his cold hands on her skin didn't bring her pleasure like it used to. All she could think of when he touched her was the fear and disgust she felt earlier when she was trapped by that disgusting Brent.

"Bastard!" she cursed in her mind.

"Don't be as loud as usual, okay? The driver is just outside," Edwin murmured, his lips very close to her earlobe, and his eyes fastened on her face, catching every nuance of expression.

A shiver went through Valerie's body, but this time, it was out of anger and not pleasure. She cursed him in her mind and kept trying to free her hands from his tight grip.

When she stopped struggling so much, Edwin thought he had tamed her. He loosened his grip on her, then brought his head down and sucked on her neck passionately.

"Mr. Layfield?" Valerie suddenly called him, her voice surprisingly calm.

He didn't stop though. He was immersed in the feel of her skin on his lips, his breathing becoming faster and heavier.

Valerie looked at the roof of the car as if bored and said casually, "I thought you would find me dirty."

This got Edwin's attention. He stopped and looked at her with a frown on his face.

Valerie shrugged indifferently. "I mean, I stayed in the lounge with Brent for twenty minutes. You know, it is long enough to..."

She deliberately trailed off, and it worked. Edwin's eyes filled with disgust.

Valerie quickly broke free of his now weak arms and smoothened her rumpled dress.

Edwin didn't move, nor did he make a sound, but she could feel his intense gaze boring holes into her.

She ignored him, took her bag and held the door handle again.

"Just so you know, Mr. Layfield, you were right earlier this evening. I don't want to work for you anymore,"

she said resolutely, leaving no room for discussion. Then she opened the door and stepped out.

The driver heard the sound of the door opening and rushed over in confusion. "Miss Reese?"

Before Valerie could answer the driver, Edwin beat her to it and roared, "Get her out of my face!"

Embarrassed, the driver stood there and just gulped.

Valerie understood his position very well. She smiled politely at him before she turned around and walked ahead in her high heels without looking back.