Chapter Ten – Mr Demanding (II)

LONDON

I've felt tense all night.

From the moment I stepped foot on the London bound plane, until a few minutes ago, my shoulders have been burning with tension, my nerves strung to breaking point.

Meeting Blue eyes – Cheyenne, at the garage only succeeded in ramping that tension to an almost unbearable level. Watching her give all of her attention to the dickhead, Caryle, made me want to lash out. To break something.

Something tells me this alluring little temptress will do no remote good to my blood pressure.

I have nothing but utmost respect for Caryle Velazquez. He's a legendary sniper afterall. But all the respect I had for him flew out the window the moment he kept touching my woman.

Yes, she's mine.

I am well aware that Caryle knows about my interest in Cheyenne. He's deliberately goading me, fetching for a reaction. And I obliged. For all I know, he might be spotting swollen eyes and a broken jaw but that is what you get when you step on a tiger's tail.

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