Living With My Ex-husband

First day at work

Kiara

"Who are you?" I repeated in confusion whilst running faster.

However, even though the balcony is spacious, it is not big enough for me to hide and in a millisecond I was trapped in a corner with the figure in black towering over me.

"Who the f**k are you? I asked in exasperation.

And again I got no answer, but a hand stretched forward and lifted my chin roughly.

"What are you doing in my room?" His voice was deep, calm, and yet laced with something dark, something that made the tiny hairs on my arms rise.

“What do you mean?” I shot back, though my throat was dry. “I was told this mansion was vacant until morning. Who are you?”

What are you doing in my room?" His voice was deep, calm, and yet laced with something dark, something that made the tiny hairs on my arms rise.

“What do you mean?” I shot back, though my throat was dry. “I was told this mansion was vacant until morning. Who are you?”

What are you doing in my room?" His voice was deep, calm, and yet laced with something dark, something that made the tiny hairs on my arms rise.

“What do you mean?” I shot back, though my throat was dry. “I was told this mansion was vacant until morning. Who are you?”