Chapter Forty Four
Third Person Pov.
Anya stared at the gorgeous man sitting comfortably at her window and sighed.
“Raphael,” she simply said and he grinned at her as he jumped down and waltzed up to her with an elegance to his steps that had her face flushing as she recalled how brutal he had been with her that first night she had met him.
How that she thought of it, it has really been quite a long time since then and…her heat ached as memories filled her mind.
Her face ran hot as she glanced away quickly.
Stop it, Anya. You should be angry with him, not thinking of jumping him!! She scolded herself internally.
What is wrong with you right now?!
During her internal argument, Raphael had crossed the room in just a few steps and was now standing right in front of her with an answer
