CHAPTER EIGHT

If Alex had any remorse she couldn't say, his facial expression remained neutral and he was awfully silent for a Man in this position as if he was basking in her misery and she hated it she hated how he tower over her and how he kept looking down at her with that awful look in his eyes like she was some sort of prized possession and he owned every inch of her. She's supposed to be winning but this, all this doesn't feel like she's won he still calls the shots and to make matters worse she had to go utter those three awful words to him.

Her thoughts where fueling her anger and being in the same space with him isn't helping either she was suffocating under his gaze and he still wouldn't talk or take his eyes off her and he was still vod of any emotion, he just stood there like it was the Normal thing to do. She had so long forgotten this side of him she once hated and still hates.

“You did this on purpose didn't you?” She asked frustrated he wouldn't talk and he made no indication that