Rara was startled when she was on a private airline waiting for them. Her breathing scampered when Ralph effortlessly picked her up in his arms. She gasped.

“Ralph!”

“The ground’s slippery. I’m afraid you might slip and die.” Rara glared at him. The pavement was cemented. There hardly seemed any sign of water. She could perfectly walk on her own. She huffed realising how much of her he could control. His large hands squeezed her tightly through the flowy flowery dress. She could feel his palms pressed under the bareness of her knees, slowly sneakily his fingers teasing the back of her thighs. Rara unconsciously tightened her hold on his...