“Be my son’s mother.” He stated as he pushed the marriage form in front of her. “Marry me.” As his secretary, she was used to his glares but this time, his stare felt like he was gobbling her up into his stomach. It was hypnotizing yet, she didn’t fall for it. Anger filled her up as she stood her ground. “I refuse.” His gaze hardened as the both of them stared at each other. Slowly, he rose from his seat and held her chin. “You won’t be able to escape. You’re mine.” She slapped his hand away and stood up. “We’ll see about that.” She made her way to the door and left the room.