Lyanne’s POV
“Really?" He smirked evilly as he bent down towards me.
I gulped; I did not expect that sudden move from him.
“So you don’t like me, huh?” He licked his lower lip as he observed my whole face. I nodded my head, trying to act tough. “You shouldn’t care about me, then,” he said, standing up. His face became serious. “Drogo will lead you to your room. I can’t lead you tonight as I need to let out some steam from my body.”
He then walked away, and I was left there shocked at what he had said.
Let out some steam.
Tss.
He really did not change, huh? He won’t change.
Why would I even expect a man to change just because he likes me? Or did he really like me? I’m sure not. If he truly likes me, he shouldn’t be acting like an asshole right now.
I shook my head and just si
