DEMANDING EXPLANATIONS

A fuming lion in the name of Adam Stone stood at the door, and he ought to have been there for a while for him to exude the rage he was exuding. Seeing Ayana in someone else's motherfucker’s arms jerked everything in him that depicted him as a man. He wanted to jump right on the strange man’s neck and strangle him to death for touching what was his. Then, the little figure on the bed abruptly summoned his not-always-active nineth sense. He knew he could not cause a commotion, but still, he could not cloak his hatred for Robby.

As Adam Stone De’Leon entered the room, his presence seemed to cast a shadow over the already tense atmosphere. The air crackled with an electric charge, and Ayana could practically feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she collided head-on with the nightmare she was running away from. How cliche! How could he have followed her? And just how dare he?

Her initial shock at seeing Adam was quickly overtaken by a flood of conflicting emotions—fear,