Roxie’s POV
He was still a bastard. Didn’t change throughout the years of being apart.
I hate him, I hate him.
There wasn’t a day that went by that I wished to have not been smitten by him.
He carried me like I was some item to be claimed in an auction.
He wasn’t rude or aggressive, and that was more dangerous than him being the opposite.
He carried me to his car parked behind the center.
He opened it up himself and gently dropped me in the back seat.
“Don’t even think about running away. I would hunt you like a predator after his prey,” he threatened.
I gulped. He was being serious about hunting me down.
I quietly stayed put and waited for him to take his seat in the driver’s seat.
He started the car.
“Where are you taking me, Evans?”
He ignored me.
I didn’t want to be defea
