Chelsea gulped, her eyes widening. She shook her head, pleading, "But I already apologized, Dennis." Her tone bordered on whining, making it difficult for me to feel any sympathy for her. "Please, Dennis, I'm sorry."
"Pass me the damn lighter." Completely ignoring Chelsea, Dennis gestured urgently at Alex, prompting him to retrieve his lighter from his pocket and throw it to Dennis. With swift precision, Dennis caught the lighter, lit his cigarette, and took a puff. The sight of him smoking was so freaking hot, adding to his intense aura.
"I tried to be lenient with you," he flicked the cigarette in front of Chelsea, "but you're just so damn stupid." His smile, if it could even be called that, was haunting, sending an icy shiver down my spine.
"Do it, Chelsea," Tyler urged, his eyes fil
