My Killing President
Chapter 9 Familiarity
“I wouldn’t dare. I am merely stating a fact.”
What an interesting lady Alistair thought while hiding his smirk. The lady stood fearlessly before him, arousing even more of his interest and curiosity.
And Annabelle immediately regretted her actions. She had caused too much unnecessary attention! Now she felt like she was thrown into the lion’s den without any heads up. Face hot as coal, her icy fingers pinched tightly on her dress.
Annabelle tried to compose herself, “If there is nothing else, I shall now head back to work.” She quickened her steps without waiting for an answer.
“Hold on for a moment,” Alistair’s alluring voice came from behind.
Annabelle froze instinctively. She shut her eyes.
Why did I stop!? I should’ve ignored him and walk away!
for her to not listen to him!
slowly
her own heart pounding rapidly. On the surface she seemed expressionless but underneath she was on pins and needles,
overshadowing build. A dangerous air around him that invaded her space and
thought about thousands of possibilities of them meeting but
recognize
intensely at her. His eyes had the same clarity as a mountain stream and gleamed with vigor like two magnificent gems. He came closer until he was
continued to corner her by moving his
was aggressive
you doing!?” Annabelle’s attempt to appear calm was not working. She completely panicked under his pressuring
he remained unchanged!
tracks and he was accustomed it. The sudden pause in their natural expression followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and