Instead of a slap or a punch, he caresses my cheek before tilting my head with his fingers on my chin. “Open your eyes.” He orders, but I vigorously shake my head, I am not looking in this man’s eyes before he kills me. I will die like a cool lead in a movie, with pride. “I will ask one more time, open your eyes.” Okay pride is not a thing to be proud of, I slowly open my eyes to meet his brown lustful eyes. Wait a minute lustful, why is he lustful? Oh, hell no, “Is this a sadistic or masochistic trait?” Sometimes I wish my brain and lips do not connect, voicing out this is going to lead to torture before he beheads me. He is taken aback by the comment, “I didn’t mean it for you, it is this story I was reading last night that I am thinking about.” I explained dumbly. He rolls his eyes, “what is your name?” he seductively asks, okay he might have not been seductive, but no man around me had spoken in such a sexy tone to me, let me have my heroine in a novel moment. “Ka…. Kaleah.
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