8

SCARLETT.

I walked in front, and he walked behind me. I hated that he could view my ass.

“Maybe because you are insecure about your flat ass.” My subconscious screamed at me and I almost yanked her out and threw her in a bush. I had always hated my flat ass but that was not the point. I hated that Khan could look at my body the way he wanted.

“Where is your car?” I squeaked, stopping to look around the garage. And just then a car moved past me swiftly, which made the water from last night's rain spatter. However, before I could dodge, Khan had stood in front of me, preventing the water from touching me.

My eyes went wide when the huge man stood in front of me. He was bigger and taller than me, it was easier for him to be my shield. For a moment, I paused, a gasp falling from my mouth. I didn't expect him to stay in front of me like this.

“What is this?” I raised my head and met his eyes. They were the same green, cruel, and dark eyes. They had nothing in them. There was no iota