The warmth in his voice filled her hollow heart as she was lost in his p*****t orbs. On a night like this, Luther looked like the king of temptation, sent to capture her to hell. It looked like he was the only one present in her world; every other thing paled in comparison. Her gaze landed on his lips, the way they were slightly parted raised an alarm in her mind.
How long had she waited for him?
While Hazel had embarrassed and humiliated her, deep down she hoped he would come to save her like always, but she realized she wasn't watching a movie or reading a fantasy novel. This was real.
She only told the housekeeper about the celebration party, but didn't give him the exact location. How Luther found her wasn't all that matters, but having him next to her was enough to put her trou
