Theia
“YOU BASTARD!” I screamed at him.
He didn’t even need to dodge the pen pot I had just launched at him. It was a pathetic throw and a pathetic attempt. Just like I was a pathetic person to even remotely think that someone like Dominic Bowers actually liked me.
“Theia,” he started as he moved into the office. He had his arms raised like he was ready to shield another attack. “Please baby, let me explain.”
“Don’t you dare call me that,” I cried, the tears streaming down my face. I felt awful and humiliated. Why would anyone ever do something like this? Something like hurt crossed Dominic’s face. As if he had any sort of reason to be hurt. This was his joke. He was probably gonna be laughing with his friends and his beautiful women about how pathetic I was.
“Theia please,” he gest
