He remained with the back at me, and I could feel his tension. He was contemplating the wall in front of him
"I am very sorry that I have lost control of you. I shouldn't have. You are indeed a beautiful woman that can make a man boil his blood, but I am sure you have your love somewhere, if not, you will find it."
I could not say a single word. I would not see that coming. Apparently, he has a soft side under that all-macho look.
Then he turned at me and could see clearly he had regained his control, what was not my case, I was still trembling for his touches, and said
”But I still can't forgive the part you had in slaughter we almost had and the people I have lost there, innocents." And he turned the back on me and left. Before he turned his back at me, I saw a glimpse of pain in his
