Trigger Warning: s****l Harassment. Read at your own risk.
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"Are you satisfied?"
I gulped down the orange juice and stared back at Ace. We are sitting side by side. A ghost of a smirk on his lips can be sensed while his fingers are tapping on the table and the other one is resting on the top of the chair's backrest.
His eyes directly darted on me. I cleared my throat and calmly put down the empty glass.
"We a-always do i-it in p-public and I'm k-kind of used t-to it a-already," I honestly replied in a whisper even no one is near us.
He raised a brow and the smirk he was trying to hide earlier suddenly showed up.
"I'm talking about the food, Kiya." A playful smile on his lips seems to be unerasable. He softly chuckled.
"The lobster was good." I shifted on my seat and acted s
