The Miracle Doctor Won’t Be A Kept Man
"Kiran York, you b*stard! This is my car, I..."
"I know you brought it for me, no need to pretend otherwise," Kiran quipped as he floored the accelerator, shooting the car forward like an arrow released from a bow.
"Kiran York, we're not done yet!" Kate shouted at the back of Kiran’s car—her car—as she raised her middle finger in a gesture of defiance. Her slender, pale finger, painted with bright red nail polish, sparkled in the sunlight, full of allure.