Ball Party

Chapter 12

She sat down on her bed, waiting.

She was so sure he would come by himself if she were to take a little more time.

The door flung open and he walked in.

Anger was so visible on his face, he looked like an angry god whose purpose was to kill and he was coming to kill her.

She swallowed and stood up from the bed.

It was 11:34 and he had asked them to get her but she had been so stubborn.

"What the hell are you still doing here?" He gritted his teeth, staring at the pajama she wore.

It was so big on her, and her face..she looked like an unholy nun.

"I couldn't wear any of these. They are too short and too revealing." She mumbled and he chuckled. A chuckle so low you wouldn't think he did at all.

"And? You couldn't wear them because?" He asked again, glaring at her.

"My father taught me to only wear decent dresses and..."

"Shut up!" He boomed.

He didn't care about her petty talks or neither did he care about her being decent.

He wanted his woman to be fucking hot, and hell! He