"Imaginations run wild, mine has gone crazy!"
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Rebecca sat up in bed, choking on her saliva. Damn! He was one fine looking man and it was impossible trying to deny that.
She managed to keep her eyes locked with his, finding it impossible not to trail over his body repeatedly.
But she had to remind herself, she was angry at him. She hated him. The man who murdered her father and maybe his own too from what she had heard from Chase.
Plus, he had been ignoring her which was not supposed to be. Weren't they supposed to talk things over when he cooled down?
Although she knew she had hurt him when she couldn't bring herself to say she didn't like Chase. But did she really like Chase?
Focus!
"What are you doing in here?" She asked him with a forced glare.
Diego walked towards her
