Chapter 8
|| Kiera Stevens's POV ||
My steps paused in an unexpected shock, staring mutely at his bearded face until some distant road lights flashed across his face. The man was above 50 years old, almost catching my father's age. If my consciousness was caught right, he runs some company in the town. But there was something different, coming from his eyes. It was mysterious, lustful something like that. Although my instinct was pushing me to go away, I stood there numbly to hear the rest of his words. Because I was doomed practically from every corner.
Swallowing, I tilted my head back at him to ask nervously, still wobbling on my knees,
" What.. what do you mean?"
The man gave me a cocky smile which I didn't like. Approaching me closer, he continued in an arrogant voice, tapping on
