My Killing President

But at that moment, Alistair caught her hand suddenly and pushed her back. After that, he climbed on top of her…

Annabelle was shocked. When she looked at the man in front of her and saw her reflection in his deep gaze, she was even more surprised. Annabelle didn't know what to do.

"Who allowed you to leave? Huh!?" Alistair's enticing voice resounded by her ear. There was a faint smile of alcohol that matched with his cologne.

"You… You are drunk. If you have anything to say, we should talk some other day!" Annabelle said.

The drunk Alistair was definitely more seductive than usual, and also… More dangerous.

Right when Annabelle wanted to move, Alistair caught her tighter. He pressed on top of her and Annabelle couldn't move an inch.

"You…"

"Annabelle, tell me, what should I do with you?" Alistair looked at Annabelle and spoke slowly. The men's tone was filled with helplessness.

Annabelle frowned and she didn't understand the man. But at that very moment, his approach was frustrating her.

"Alistair, you are drunk!"

smiled suddenly and squinted his eyes, "does that mean I can do everything I want now,

him, her face blushed,

face, he broke into a smile suddenly. All of his frustration

more befitting of a woman. Annabelle had always carried

time she saw him smiling

She had to admit…

He was truly charming…

the night, under the dimmed light. The man was so close and she could see

smile was

it was also her first

She felt

his eyes. The

at Annabelle and approached

could feel his intention and she averted