Meera~

"Why don't you take up the job of undressing me from now on?"

My eyes widened at his statement, and my cheeks heated up again. Did he even realize what he was saying?

"Abram, I—I…" I stuttered, my voice trembling. His intense gaze locked onto mine, dark and unreadable, as if he were undressing me with his eyes.

"Come here," he commanded in a firm voice, making my heart thrash wildly in my chest.

A sudden wave of fear gripped me. Was he going to hurt me again?

"I don’t like repeating myself, Meera," he said, his voice laced with authority.

Slowly, I took small, hesitant steps toward him,...