JENNIFER'S POV
I smiled gently at him and again threw a bucket of cuss words at my tormenter. Certainly he manipulated all his guards, servants around him, torturing them to work for him!
Poor them! I sighed and continued,"Well, Champ is the trophy I got in my 12th grade for being the arounder in the five section." I spoke with a triumphant smile."Charlie is my all time favorite Rubics cube. And Coco, my dearest coffee mug."
"And as for Sweety-" but I was cut in by that hypnotic, deep voice.
"That ridiculous red coloured hybrid of alto and nano of yours." Completed my captor.
I narrowed my eyes at him. If I hated him earlier for who he was, now I despised him to entirely a different level for calling my Sweety 'ridiculous red coloured hybrid of alto and nano'.
Nevertheless, I continued.
"And fourth and most importantly..." I stopped, mid-way, and turned my gaze to the floor. My breath quickened and I felt my cheeks burn.
... You won't force me on the bed." I somehow completed my point.
And finally, with that tilted head, he fave me a lazy smile and straightened. I felt my core quiver in..... want... need? Hell No! Nothing of that sort! My stomach simply churned with anxiety.
Kissing him... again and that too in front of so many people was the last thing in
his nose. I clutched the sides of skirt but couldn't do anything except it as behind me stood the non-budging wall. While his touch were giving me tingles across my skin, his
and
he turned to join the legal team at the back, leaving me crimson coloured
5 minutes, one of the lawyers called me out,"Miss Mathews, please go through these
reached to one the sleek steel grey colored cars... which I guessed to be Range-Rover. The lawyer, in
had no escape now! I had to to
from that man, I sensed that similar heat
the page without glancing anything else on the paper other than the instruction of writing the name to
mood of bending in front of this ridiculous clause so I scribbled my
look interrupted me as I was about
in the papers." He spoke with a lowered gaze, specifically
sign it even if it mentioned me marrying a rabid dog! So doesn't
the guards seemed to be waiting for a shooting order from their boss. I couldn't blame them, afterall, I just compared the Mafia king to a sick dog. But they couldn't blame me too! I wasn't experienced in handling insane men threatening me to marry
me on my butt as I realized that the man whom I just called a filthy animal was standing behind me. I
of the consequences I could face for my impulsive outburst. A sweat beads