Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: Chapter 212.

He sets the glass down, clearing his throat, but he doesn’t look at me again immediately and that alone tells me everything I need to know.

I walk further into the room slowly, pretending like I didn’t just witness that.

"Morning," I say, keeping my tone casual like this is just another day.

He doesn’t respond right away until I pull out a chair and sit down, feeling his gaze flicker toward me again...briefly then away.

"Morning," he says finally, voice a little rougher than usual.

I glance at him and I catch it—

The tension and the way his jaw is slightly clenched and The way his shoulders are just a bit tighter than they were a minute ago.

And the way....He’s very deliberately not looking directly at me.

I almost laugh.Almost.

Margaret walks in then, greeting me warmly as she places food in front of me, completely unaware of the shift in the room.

I thank her, picking up my fork but I don’t eat immediately.

Instead, I lean back slightly in my chair and watch him a little

Because one thing is very clear now...,Zane might be ignoring me.

But his body? Is not cooperating with that plan at all.

I’m still trying to act normal....picking at my food, pretending I don’t feel his attention brushing against me every few seconds...when I feel another presence so I glance up to

See it’s Thomas.

He’s standing just by the doorway, like he walked in halfway and suddenly forgot why he came and he is very deliberately looking anywhere but at me.

The wall, the floor, Zane...the damn ceiling if he could manage it.

My lips twitch slightly despite myself.

"Good morning, Thomas," I say, like nothing is out of place.

He clears his throat immediately, stiffening.

"Good morning, ma’am." Polite, short, and still not looking at me nor even once.

If anything, his discomfort makes it worse. Makes me suddenly hyper-aware of myself. Of the dress, of the way it sits on me, of the fact that....Yeah, this might have been a little much.

Zane notices....i don’t even have to look at him to feel the shift in the air.

"Thomas," Zane says, voice low but cutting through the room like a blade.

Thomas straightens immediately. "Yes, sir."

"That file you mentioned yesterday," Zane continues casually, like nothing is wrong. "Bring it to my office. Now."

There’s a beat them Thomas nods quickly. "Yes, sir."

And he’s gone.The moment the door closes behind his.....the silence changes,

It’s heavier now.

I barely have time to process it before I hear the soft scrape of Zane’s chair against the floor.

My fingers tighten slightly around my fork as he takes Slow footsteps towards my direction

I don’t look up immediately, I can feel him before I see him.

Then....His hand wraps around my throat in a firm possessive hold. Not enough to hurt....but enough to make my breath hitch as My head tilts back slightly on instinct, my eyes snapping up to meet his.

And God....The look in his eyes, It’s dark controlled anger sitting right beneath the surface.

"Keep your body," he says quietly, his voice low and dangerous, "for my eyes alone."

My heart stutters hard against my chest as his grip tightens just slightly....not choking, just reminding

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