31. This is your fault

From rage and pain, a resilient heart blooms. ~ A. Gupta

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VIOLET

“WHERE are you going?”

“None of your business.”

Just as I stated to walk past him, he grabbed my elbow pulling me to a halt and then raked his eyes down my body. His sherry eyes burned as he took me in, leaving goosebumps behind on every inch of my body. No matter how hard I try to not be affected by him, he always makes me aware of his affect on my body.

I was wearing a red dress that was calf length and had a slit up to just above my knees. It was the very first dress I had bought for myself last year. Simple and still looked sexy enough, and I had paired it with silver heels. But the way Cole was looking at me one would think I was half nakéd.

“I wish,” He muttered. And when I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, he jerked me toward him, making me suck in a breath as his arm banded around my waist and every inch of my body molded against his. I swallowed as his eyes dropped to my lips that were painted re