95. Who is she?

ALESSANDRA……

He was furious. One hand clutched the steering wheel, knuckles white, while the other rested on the gearshift, flexing and unflexing like he wanted to kill someone. The glow from the passing street lights illuminated the beautifully carved planes of his face as we sped down the dark streets.

When I told him about me spending the night with Sebastian last night, he didn't say anything, just left his house. I was worried about his safety so I also followed him and got into his car before he left. He didn't say anything to me the whole journey. His nose was flaring up in rage.

I looked out of the window as I remembered the little moment that happened between us that night.

FLASHBACK……

Ace closed the distance between us and there was only a hair distance between our faces. Then he held my hand and placed it on his chest. My eyes went wide at his action. “Are you still going to deny that my body is not attractive?” he asked me in his husky voice.

And I shuddered in my place.