Chapter 12

Freya’s Pov

“I’m going to go,” Racheal said almost in a whisper, stumbling like a headless chicken as she saw herself out. Ignoring my question.

For the main time I’m graced with the presence of after showered Artemis. His hair was still dripping wet and a towel was wrapped on his neck. His damped hair was dishevelled on his face, his shirt loose giving him a boyish look.

He tilted his body a little to the left as Racheal passed. He smirked and closed the door. His smirk slowly broke into a mischievous grin as he approached me.

When he got to where I stood, my brain was already a cloud of fog. He used one hand and pulled me close to his strong hard muscles. Years of hard work. His hand was around my waist in no time. My body, the lower part, my stomach and abdomen made contact with his chest.

We were in a position so that my upper body was a few inches away from him as a result of his sudden action which left me startled and speechless. My face looked shocked.

When I had relaxed, an