8- His Lips

The strikingly dashing man covered my hand that was placed on the dining table.

“Don’t be scared, Rayna. I am not a fool to think that the Dick triplets will be stupid enough to ask a nake*d slave to serve the drinks to the Royals. So, what’s the catch here.”

His eyes were boring into mine as if he wanted to get into my brain and read all my thoughts. Initially, I stayed quiet and then looked up to meet his piercing gaze.

“What am I missing here?” he asked in a hushed tone.

“I wanted revenge!” I finished hurriedly and then started chewing my lip, “I am sorry, Mr. Lexi… b…but I wanted safety. They are after my life. My freedom.”

Just last night I promised myself not to cry but… here I was weak as ever. I thought with a smirk. I had almost forgotten about his presence when a hand came up and started wiping my cheeks softly.

“Why are they after you?” when he asked me, I closed my eyes in shame, “Tell me and I promise. No judgments.”

I hoped he wouldn’t use this information against me in