NALEDI’S POV

The rate at which Luka stole glances at me was downright ridiculous. Despite feeling his gaze every so often, I refused to give him the benefit of seeing me squirm.

“Tell me,” He finally spoke, “Don’t you feel affected by me?”

I resisted the urge to laugh in his face. “Am I supposed to be?”

A smirk. “Not to be proud but not every woman is unswayed by this.” He gestured to himself. “I have everything you could possibly need and more. And yet somehow you make me feel lacking, inadequate. Why is that?”

I was floored by his use of words while sounding confident all the while....