Carla just stepped into her apartment with her daughter who is still dressed in her school uniform and is about to shut the door when a strong but slender male hand stops her from closing it.
Jumpy from the mental stress she had been forced to experience, Carla shoved her daughter behind her and backed away when a strong powerful leg in black shiny shoe and extremely well-ironed black trouser poked it way into her apartment.
When he peered inside, Carla almost had a heart attack from meeting his blue eyes. His eyes scanned her face, then every inch of her body making her toe curl.
“Can I come in?" He had asked like he wasn't already halfway in.
“No." Carla shook her head nervously and vehemently, she wasn't ready for another round of pressure and confusion.
She almost cursed at him
