chapter 31

Y A S M E E N

"Sit," I instruct Marcus to sit down on the barstool in the kitchen. "Take off the jacket."

"Don't try anything. I won't hesitate to put you down," he eyes me.

"I'm a little hurt that you think I can be that indecent," I frown.

He squirms out of his suit jacket, wincing as

it slowly comes off. The sleeve of his white dress shirt screams bloody murder. It's soaking in red liquid, more than I've ever seen in my lifetime. I wet a clean towel that is hanging in the kitchen and a pair of scissors from the drawer to cut open his sleeve. By the time I turn around, Marcus' shirt is already off, leaving the bloodied shirt on the ground. I couldn't look away, God knows I tried to blink to snap out of it but I couldn't. Tattoos cover most of his neck, stopping right above his chest. My God, he's well-built and muscular. The abs are so well-defined that I couldn't comprehend them, there's no way he merely got them from only working out. There are bits and pieces of tattoos scatter