9. Blue-winged Butterfly

"So, his name is Byan?" Alex's voice was cold, as cold as the stare from his monolid eyes that bore into Kia's face.

She silently cursed her own stupidity. Damn. Without realizing it, the image of Byan had flashed in her mind, beyond her control. But why did she have to blurt it out?

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me, Kia. Because I will find out anyway." Alex shrugged off his gray blazer and roughly threw it to the floor.

His gaze remained sharp on Kia, while his fingers busied themselves unbuttoning his shirt. His stare was filled with anger, the ego of a man who wanted to be better than anyone else in his woman's eyes.

Alex felt hurt and frustrated. Just when he was savoring the softness of Kia's body, she had murmured another man's name. As if she were so lost in pleasure that all she could remember was the bedroom skills of that bastard named Byan!

Alex stripped off all the clothes on his and Kia's bodies quickly and harshly, tearing some parts of her blouse a