Chapter 8: Temptation, Fear and Anger

Claudia Woods’ Point of View

My breathing was hitching the moment he held my hand. I hate dark surroundings as it makes my skin shiver and my whole damn persona tremble.

I was pushed towards the wall for the second time around. Zamir’s forehead were imprinted against mine whilst his hand was on the wall, touching it. In front of us was the enormous mirror which became the way why I could see our reflection in front.

The gun was on top of my head whilst his hands were also on it. His body figure is near and mind you, even for just an inch he moves, my heart was thumping fast and my body was itching for more.

I held his chest and pushed him a little. However, this alluring man held my wrist until the head of the gun is now on my head.

“Jesus!” I muttered whilst my voice was shaking.

Zamir pursued his lips and spoke. “Why are you so damn fucking hard-headed, Claudia? Huh?” he whispered sternly.

The way he stares at me screams mixed emotions. It was consist of passion, scorching gl