“Strip, mi amor,”
Like a frozen statue, she watched him and listened to his every word. Pain was an understatement. Cyra couldn't describe what she had been feeling at that moment. She was feeling like she had betrayed her own self.
She had cheated on her own soul, and it was just for a pathetic man like him.
“We shouldn't be wasting this night,” he uttered, removing his coat.
Cyra still didn't utter a single word to him, but didn't let her gaze get apart from him because she wanted to make herself realise that…there was nothing good in him. There had never been anything good in him. It was just her, who was forcing herself to believe that he could never be the worst…but the truth was….he was. He had always been.
Her emerald eyes watched him pointing towards that screen, while with h
