One hundred and thirty seven

Sandra’s pov

I felt his presence even in my sleep but I shook my head, Davidson can not come here, he wasn’t stupid. I rolled on my side and when the bed deepened and tingles ran down my body, I jerked up awake.

“No,no,” I muttered, getting out of bed and facing the arrogant man who was now sitting at the end of my bed.

“Sandra,”

“How did you get in my room?” I interrogated coldly, does he have no fear? This is fucking king’s castle!

“Does matter, I needed to see you,” I frowned at his response while he smirked. He was too arrogant!

“How dare you come into my home, my room?” I angrily say, crossing my arms against my chest. His eyes roam over my body and I realized I’m only wearing short silk nightwear, blood rushes to my veins but I play it cool.

“Sandra, have you made a decision?” He is seriou now, taking me slightly back. He stands up and walks closer to me. His hands rest on my waist and kiss my forehead.

“I want your body,” he whispers, I was baffled at his bluntness. I take a de