MARCELLA

A CLIP?

"What debt could I possibly owe you, Elias?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

Elias always has something up his sleeves, the fact that I’m naked with him in a hotel room simply means one thing. But a part of me still wants to believe that he just took off my clothes to trick me, okay, he might have touched me but I’m not sure we had sex, Elias wouldn’t do that to me, I’ll make sure he’s dead! I will.

Elias smirked. "You'll answer my call whenever I want to get together. And let's just say, it won't be a friendly chat. I know...