Aesthetic's POV:

“ Sir----let me go… “ I begged trying to get out of his arms. He lossen his grip on me and turned me just to face him clearly. The first thing that I saw was his sharp gaze as if he’s going to devour my soul out of my body. His lips stretched and plastered a satisfied smile together with his addictive smell.

“ Let you go? “ He smirked and laughed sarcastically. He then returned to his serious look and traced his fingertips on my hair. “ Do you think that I’m an idiot to follow you? Now that your scent had prevail, all I have to...