He moved closer, his eyes fixed on me. I shivered as I stepped backwards, my grip tightening on my phone held firmly to my chest.
"It's not what you are thinking" I said, my eyes wide open in terror as he stood before me , close enough to cause a harm.
"That's not what I asked you" his cold voice came, devoid of any emotions.
"It's …." I was saying but instantly stopped when he removed one of his hands from his pocket. I inched backwards, my heart breathing rapidly.
Thankfully, he just held the stands of my hair—scattered on my shoulders.
He twisted it around his finger, as if trying to curl them "am listening" he reminded, still playing with my hair.
"It was Mr Cross" I finally replied and he paused. His darks eyes slowly rising and looking up at me.
Oh my, I shouldn't have said that. Xavier hates it when I mention another's man name let alone share something so personal— like a secret.
Oh Bella, why did you have to just call now. I am so doomed.
