Chapter Twenty

“Why wouldn’t I be hard?”

I stared at the tip of his cock. He was glistening, aroused.

“Look at me,” i said deciding to open up about one of my biggest insecurities, which was my body type, releasing my hands so not an inch of me was covered. “I’m not beautiful. I eat too much, and you’re perfect. You should be a model or something.”

His arms remained folded over his chest. Neither of us said a word, be kept looking at me. There was something in his gaze that i couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Get on your knees,” he said. The words were spoken slowly, with menace, leaving no mistake of his anger.

Shit, what had i done?

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Ethan's POV

I was pissed off with her lack of self-esteem. Didn’t she know how beautiful she was?

“What?” she asked me, unbelief showed on her face, was she thinking I was joking? How could she be so insecure with this perfect body of hers, that made my cock swell so much making it unbearable for me even though I appear to be calm and collected.

If only E