ELEANOR'S POV
"Let me go!"
I aggressively yanked my arm from Marcus' grip, immediately sending him a glare. I knew he was pissed. He just had to be pissed.
What was he expecting from me? To just sit quietly and do nothing while he did he went on with his business meetings. I felt awkward and uncomfortable, the only thing managing to put my mind at ease being the numerous drinks I was sending down my throat.
"Are you really nothing but a callgirl?" He grabbed my arms again. "Are you really trying to attract more customers?"
"Excuse me?" I almost couldn't believe my ears. A callgirl? Trying to attract more customers? For f**k's sake I never even wanted to be at his sick party or business meeting.
"Why the f**k are your clothes this tight and revealing?!" He yelled, leaving in total sh
