He watched my knees brush off his thighs and his eyes darkened while I sensed his hands turn into a fist. “Don’t play with me. What do you want?”
I always hated when guys can’t control their urge in front of me but this was the second time I felt a butterfly in my stomach when he did that. Instead of thinking, ‘See, all men are the same in front of a woman’, I thought that was f*****g cute of him.
I smirked at him, wanting him to wonder what the hell I want.
“May I kindly ask why are you sitting annoyed surrounded by fun and pleasures?”
I feel him tense up as if I pointed a gun at his head.
“That’s none of a beautiful woman’s business, is it?”
That’s the first time a compliment didn’t sound like one to my ears. That’s it. I’ll do this my own.
As quick as the wind, I gracefully gr
