There were three knocks on my door and I had no intention of opening it. But whoever it was was seemingly persistent, they kept on knocking and on the ninth knock, the noise sounded like a sledgehammer being brought down on my skull.
“WHAT?” I roared and the knocking stopped.
the door opened and Patrick stood there, alongside him was Bella, the last person I wanted to see right now. I was internally begging her to make a move or say something idiotic so I would have a reason to rip her throat out.
Her eyes were narrowed to slits as she looked at me with what I could only assume was the attempt of a seductive gaze, but her hands were shaking and breathing was rapid. When I looked at her face and locked my eyes on hers, Bella gulped and her head lowered as she stared at the floor.
