Steady and confident steps were what Zheme took up the stairs, hands in his pockets and a lopsided smirk laying mischievously at the left corner of his lips.

Its been a whole of thirty minutes since Lexie entered the bathroom and like she promised, she didn't return.

That girl was testing him, playing with his control as if it was a marble and challenging him as if they were in a damn fighting ring. If he could just maliciously slap her, then god knows he would, but a promise is a promise and he'd make sure to keep his til the end.

Reaching the door to his bedroom, he twisted...