7 A good day!

What the hell Julien was doing stroking the back of Monica's neck? She froze when the words travelled. She got weak in her knees and felt like rolling down from his hand as soon as it disappeared. She felt his raging eyes on her, even his harsh breath. The pulses of his hands twitching and making him shake. She moved and leaned on his hand when he groped her by the waist and mumbled "you are doing wrong……we are not married yet." The words made her blush. She did not want to go physical with him. She did not want his touch.

But did he want to? The second Monica thought he shoved her and soon she was facing him. He was drunk, his eyes were so dark and almost out of soul "You know my colleagues and my best friend says that you are like a thirsty meat…..or rather juicy meat to feast on. But I disagree you are fragile as you look. Poor them, they don't know the truth." The words were so cruel that Monica wanted to slap him but she controlled herself. She fucking did. His eyes were drooling