Chapter 11:

Nicole inhaled a quiet sigh as soon as their eyes met, should she look away? should she walk forward? or just stare back at him. Her heart fluttered in fear, not fear of him, but fear of what he would do to her.

She clutched the hemline of her dress firmly, inhaling slowly, yet tiredly.

You can do this, Nicole. He's just a man.

Her legs finally made movement and she walked over to his seat, before she pulled a chair and positioned her self on it.

Xander's hands fiddled with the plate as he stared at her, her hair was tied into a bun, and her collarbones shined than normal, probably because of the dress she wore exposed every part of her collarbone, and that sinister glare etched around her face.

Her face was hard, probably giving him goosebumps and her stare, so rough. Her brows knitted in confusion, telling him to carry on with his words.

"Nicole," He began, with a low cough.

She tilted her head, her brows clinking upward, before she grasped the cup of water and gulped down a little