MAKE ME BLUSH, BOSS
His are dominant as always, almost threatening to weaken mine, but today I refuse to bow to him.
“And where do you think you are sprinting to, Irma Rogers?” His voice is cold, but it still manages to burn my face as he speaks.
“To where I can stop seeing your disgusting face because it stinks! So let go of me!” I fume.
“Ooh, I will.” Good! He should do so right away! “But not until you explain what kind of betrayal this is that you did to me!”
Betrayal? What the…
I wanted to squeal at him that the greatest betrayer in the entire world is him and his rotten family, but before I could even fathom opening my mouth, one of his strong arms picked up my daughter, while the one that was still holdi