Ch 37
Matilda Vaughn POV
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I trace the outline of my lips, which looks swollen in front of my eyes
Exploited
That's how I feel, As I sense the sensitive ache attached to them.
“Drink”
I look up, hearing him
Can't he tell anything without making it sound like an order?
Feeling his eyes on me, I shift in my seat.
The thought that makes me vulnerable is when he looks at me, it feels like he can read inside my head.
He as an accesses to my thoughts.
I feel haunted In front of his gaze.
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.
.
Licking my dry lips, I pick the glass.
It's cold
I sense the ice melting
And I bring it to my lips but I hesitate
“What is it?”
I ask, lifting the glass
But he doesn't answer as he just takes a sip of his drink
“I don't trust you enough to take a drink from you.
I feel
