A woman reeking with perfume stood in front of Zain, and he hated the smell as it was too overwhelming.
The blonde woman smiled proudly, gazing at him from above. “Well, if it isn’t a beautiful man.”
Jibreel took a step backwards and helped Zain walk away from her. She rolled her eyes. “The black-haired doesn’t want me either.”
She shook her head and grabbed Zain’s chin suddenly. She kissed his lips forcefully. "Oh, come on. You carry so much hatred in your eyes. I know you're enjoying this. Being kissed by a French beauty like me. Ne sois pas si dur, mon cher. Je suis peut-être un peu vieille, mais je sais bien ce qu’un homme désire." She smirked and leaned backwards. "My name is Caroline, by the way."
Zain gritted his teeth and pursed his lips as they quivered. Tears rolled down hi
