ARTHUR
I stood by the bed, watching her sleep.
Beautiful.Her long lashes,her lips plump,I stared hard at her lips.For a moment, a cold thought crossed my mind,how easily a face like hers could seal deals, soften men who thought themselves untouchable. A small smile rested on my face.
Her lashes fluttered before her eyes opened.She stirred, scratching at her eyes as she woke.
I caught her hands gently.
“Don't,”
“I can't help it,” She murmured like baby
For a second, she just lay there, disoriented. Then panic snapped into place. She jerked up, grimacing, and swung her legs off the bed.
I watched quietly as she hurried around the room, gathering her things with shaky hands.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked.
She froze.
“My parents will be so worried,” she said, not look
