CHAPTER 11

Riella's POV.

Tension.

An awkward kind of tension had settled between us. I was still standing by the door, frozen to the core at what his eyes expressed. Those brown doe-shaped eyes that stared at me with warmth the day before now looked every inch like Voldemort.

Anger-filled eyes.

And the fact that he hadn't said anything for the past five minutes I'd been standing there yet he wouldn't stop looking at me, stop scrutinizing me with his eyes making me uncomfortable.

But even at that, somewhere in my mind, my mind was still thinking of how hot he looked while angry. I had heard from Carolyn a couple of times about how hot some guys look when they are angry. I had always debunked that statement but as I stared at Harold Williams now, I could not help agreeing with her.

Hot and angry.

Not bad.

I shook my head, catching myself in time. I was in a deep mess with him yet I was still thinking about how hot he looked. Should I even be doing that?

What was wrong with me?

“Sir.” I think I'd f