#Chapter47

Maybe it is the sheer black lace I have on or the infamous anonymous call I just had that have him looking like a wounded beast ready for a kill. His grey eyes reads between devouring me, dominating me; swirling with lust in those hooded eyes against locking me up to go find the unknown caller. Now he will feel what I feel whenever he disappears only to appear on a yacht with his Anya.

"Well." I drawl out playfully, a smile plastered on my face sucking my teeth. My eyes darts to the guns in both hands shaking tremendously like he is holding himself back for doing something...