THE ALPHA KING'S STRIPPER MATE
I didn't know if I wanted to hear it or if this was even the right question to ask, but something tells me that I need to know, my arms hugged around me, bracing me for what I was about to hear.
My mind was already flooding with images of Roger gutted and his body parts brutally chopped into pieces—different worst-case scenarios just swimming in my mind.
He didn't respond straight away, only turned to smile at me, but that's not the disturbing part.
His eyes said otherwise; it was like he let his guard down for a second, and his eyes became the window to his soul.
All I see is truth, anger that was not directed at me, possessiveness, and lastly sadness, which flickered between a hollow look
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