Aina pov:
It was midnight, and there was no one left in the bar except me, Lorenzo, and the drunk bartender. For the past three hours, since Lorenzo came, we have been talking about crime and fashion.
"How about we visit hotel bostein." He said in a low voice.
I stood up and walked behind him as we both left the barhouse.
I pushed his lips away from mine as he forcefully kissed me immediately when we sat in the car.
"Aren't you a w***e, why resist a simple kiss?" He said as he started the car.
I felt pain because of those words. I wanted to reply to him harshly, but then I remembered the goal. I needed his heart. My wolf could smell it. How it pumps with power.
"So, what do you like," Lorenzo said as he tried to ignite a conversation between us, having a sense he had offended me
