CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

FREMA

I woke up to the door being kicked open with a loud bang. I jerked up to a sitting position as the intruder came forward.

--Arsen.

And he looked mad. I gulped.

"I'm really sorry, I know I should've.. I.." I stopped talking, knowing there was no reasonable excuse for sleeping with Arsen's.. No, The Michealson's arch enemy.

Arsen swallowed, his eyes set on anywhere but me as I clutched the sheets to my chest, more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life. "Where's that bastard?" He asked calmly.

"He's.. I don't know. I don't where he is, Arsen. I just.. Could you leave, please?" I begged, my vision clouding with unshed tears. He looked me over for a while before turning and banging the door shut behind him.

Then the tears fell.

He had left again, no note, no goodbye conversation, nothing. I was so stupid to think he cared that much about me just because he did what? Spread my legs apart and fucked me gently? Such a fool. You're such a fool, Fremantle Michealson. A fool f