CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE LEAVE

JADE’S POV "I won't repeat it; get away from me," I repeat, pushing him off, but he doesn't relent; he even grabs my hands with just one of his, and I panic. I can't be this close to him; I become stupid when I am; I forget why I'm angry, and I can't have that tonight. I think of what to do to make him let go, and when an idea comes to mind, I use it immediately without thinking about it properly. "Let go of me, Mr. Miller," I say, adding the last part after a second, and he becomes rigid. I expect him to let go of me, but he doesn't; in fact, it does the opposite, and he grips me tighter, in a way I'm always surprised doesn't hurt me, before pulling up my hands above my head so they rest on the wall behind me. "What did you just call me? Repeat it," he replies, seeing lowly, and I don't need anyone to tell me that I need to shut up before I do just that, especially since I'm in a position where he has absolute control. "I thought so," he remarks, slightly releasing his hold,