He was sitting on the sofa. One leg up on the other knee. He had that same signature look of intensity pointed straight towards me.
Shit! He is angry. Damn angry.
I was counting on my chances to run from there but my feet were glued to the floor. Though my mind screaming at me to get my ass out of that place as fast as I can but my damn legs were rooted to the damn floor. I couldn't make them move!
His stare didn't leave me for a second. It was as if he knew what he was doing to my head & my body but was still enjoying my reaction to his presence.
Suddenly he stood up straight and started walking towards me. I wanted space. I wanted him as far away from me a
