The moment, Alex entered his room, a pillow was thrown in his direction. c*****g his head, he caught it in his hands and frowned at the woman who was scheming it until now. “Are you angry at the fact that I talk about it or at the fact that I didn't say it in detail?”
Abigail gritted her teeth and as she grabbed another pillow to hit him with, Alex reached the bed, pushed her down, and pinned her hands above her head. “Miss, you will hurt the King.” He sneered, hovering on the top of her body.
She struggled to grip free her hands but he held them more tightly in place. “Wanna die?”
Her warning made him chuckle. She who couldn't even push him away was threatening to kill him. “Who will kill me? With this strength?” He joked.
The tease in his voice turned into a gasp as she kicked betwee
