I couldn’t see a dangerous aura on his face, not like the stranger number two I was with, but I knew that the man in front of me was dangerous as a bear hiding, waiting for his time to devour his victim.
“What do you think of this place?” he asked after he poured another orange juice into my glass.
“Nice, spotless, minimalist and very masculine,” I said with disinterest, as if describing the art without the artist's articulation.
Axel laughed, “this will be our haven from now on, sweetheart. You can do anything you want here. Decorate if you like. We have five rooms. You could use a room for your working studio if you want,” he said.
“I cannot just drop my house and stay here,” I said firmly.
Axel stared at me. I felt agitated by his gaze. 'No one defies me look" in his face was blata
