Tuesday, 13 March 2018.
Emilie’s boutique, Manhattan Upper Eastside, New York City.
She still can’t believe that Jack is a monster who r***d her last night. He even kidn*pped her into his private apartment. This is already more than nightmare for her to perceive. How could something like this happen to her life suddenly.
Right at that moment she keeps falling in her dark thoughts, his words echo again inside of her hectic head.
“Yes, you are my temptation. Your lips. Your hot skin. Your sensual dark hair—” he says it all out to her. “You’re just making me crazy every time. I just hope that you will realize that sooner.”
She feels disgusted. How could he say that?
Maybe Jack isn’t the person she ever thinks of after all this time. Maybe he is just like Illana. They both have dark sec
