HARPER
Kingsley dropped the weight in his hands and walked towards the open door, hatred glinting in his green eyes the entire time.
“How many lessons on privacy does it require for you to get a grip on yourself?” he c****d his head to the side. “or are boundaries such a foreign concept to you because you were raised by a gold-digging w***e?”
The shame I felt for being caught staring at him immediately balled into a rage as those words left his lips.
“Don’t you f*****g talk about my mother that way, ever,” I warned despite knowing I couldn’t physically challenge him even if he did.
He knew that too and an awful laughter erupted from him, making him throw his head back and give me a front-row seat to watch his chest vibrate and his Adam's apple bob in unison.
And then the laughter die
