Chapter 11

~ Track the Location ~

[IRIS'S POV]

My face was beet red from embarrassment and, looking up, I shot an icy glare at that smug face that he wore oh-so well. That bastard… he was enjoying this! He was looking down at me, seeming to be waiting for me to fumble out another apology. Well, if that is what he was waiting for, he would be waiting until Hell froze over. I gritted my teeth, got up off the floor, with as much grace as I could muster, and dusted myself off. He smirked over my nonchalant attitude and leaned back against his office chair leisurely, watching me...