POV: Ameera
I watched him faint his sexy body in front of me after getting out of the bathroom a second time. He is doing it on purpose, dangling his hotness in my face like a piece of fresh meat in front of a starved tigress. It took everything in me to stop me from throwing myself at his feet and beg him to f*****g screw me senseless. I took consolation in the fact that this bond and attraction work both ways. If I’m feeling this hot inside, then he’s probably feeling it too, even if he chooses to hide it and act all tough on the outside.
I watched him get dressed right in my presence, and he pretended not to notice my burning haze on him. I don’t even know why I stayed back on that bed, watching him get dressed. I guess a part of me still thinks that he is not as heartless as he portr
