"Enjoying the party way too much, Aren't we?" it wasn't a question, it was a statement. A cold threatening statement. Ara turned ice with terror. "Nice dress," he jutted his chin out and complimented her, and pushed off the wall. He started taking predatory steps towards her. Ara licked her lips in nervousness and scooted backward until her back hit the island. He smirked and gave her a once over. In three quick strides, he was standing in front of her, crowding her sight with his muscular frame. He lifted his hand, she squeezed her eyes shut in fear. A cold shiver ran down her spine when she felt his knuckles grazing her cold skin. "You stole the show today," she ope
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