Yvette's POV
I blinked, instinctively taking rapid steps backwards. Shame wrapped itself around my legs as his smirk grew wider. Now I wasn't just angry over his unfairness, but how I responded to him without thinking. How I easily gave him the satisfaction he wanted and how he drew this kind of reaction from me whenever and wherever he wanted.
"Yvette," he said my name, with no form of humor tied to it.
My palms turned sweaty and I suddenly began to struggle for air. I was restless. I hated how he made me desperately seek an escape route whenever he wanted. Gosh! I'm tired of always running and… and… hiding.
I can't let him keep winning, at least not after showing what brave and outspoken person I could be. I exhaled deeply and looked up to meet his gaze.
"What?" I asked
