I was happy to see him, excited even but he doesn’t seem to share the same level of excitement that I had.
His green eyes were cold, his gaze on me was hard. His look was as sharp as knives and I could feel my heart in my throat just looking at him.
“W— what? Why?” I asked, chuckling nervously as I looked into his frantic eyes but he only arched an eyebrow, licked his lips and walked closer to him.
He exuded a powerful, formidable aura and with each step that he took closer to me, I could actually feel my stomach curling and fear spreading through my being.
What happened to him? Why did he get so cold?
“Do I need to have a reason to f**k my slut?” He asked, his tone negative and his voice devoid of any kind of warmth.
I felt my jaw drop as he stopped in front of me, my mouth opened b
