Stark's point of view.
I watch her cutely coil up in her sleep, drawing the covers closer. Aside from my mother, she is the most gorgeous lady I have ever encountered, and I am pleased that she belongs to me. Not even the irritating boyfriend will have a chance.
I gritted my teeth as I remembered that day. He continued phoning, which upset me. I became enraged and ended up picking up the phone to curse the fucker out. I didn't want to be possessive around her, but I couldn't stop myself at that time.
Fuck him. She's mine only.
A tiny sigh came from her lips, and I returned my focus to the damsel in front of me. I approach closer and take a quiet seat on the tiny chair by the bed. She mumbles some incomprehensible things, and I see a tear fall from her right eye. She has no idea that ev
