Chapter Twenty Seven
"Should I be this turned on by how dominant you're being right now?" Silas let a smirk play on his lips as I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. How typical. A woman's trying to assert how she feels, and the man gets sexually aroused. I can't believe him right now. I curled my lips into my mouth as I tilted my head at him. "Are you not taking this seriously, because I can easily walk out right now? Don't f*****g test me." I bit out as I leaned forward, with my eyes narrowed at him. My dark, thin brows knitting together in anger. I watched as he uncomfortably slid his hands into his pockets. It was obvious he was trying to lighten the mood, but I couldn't find myself to give any discretion. Not in this scenario. I may not be dead, but I was a ghost coming to haunt him. I want
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