THE LYING GAME
“You have a very wild imagination if you think I will ever let you go, Elena. At least. Not when I’m barely done with you.
“You…” I stammered. Nearly choking on his audacity. I thought I was shameless, but Angel Axton, fuck. He takes the crown with proud ruffles on his shoulders.
Angel’s gaze sparked with dark amusement at my expense. He was enjoying this. My discomfort brought him immense joy.
I couldn't win nor remain there, vulnerable to him and his very entitled words.
“Fuck you, Angel Axton,” I swore loudly, not caring if the servants or whoever heard me. I turned on my heels and quickened my steps when I heard him speak.
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