Akira
I glance down to my clothes that has him so worked up.
And crap!
"Whose shirt is that?" He growls again.
A mischief sparks within me. Payback time.
I shrug in feign ignorance. "Oh no one important, just my ex-boyfriend."
His eyes flash with an unstoppable storm and teeth grinds so loudly that even I can hear it.
Damn, he looks so hot when he does that.
His breathing gets heavier as he lowly utters, almost whispers, "The f**k did you just say?"
Oh boy.
He wasn't lying when he said he gets pissed real easily huh.
But he makes it so easy to get him.
"I said-"
He raises his hand to stop me, "Do not, I mean it, do not repeat that bullshit again because I'm one second away from hunting that bastard down and kill him with bare hands."
Holly hell!
I should stop it before he r
