DEMIR
Lara is looking at me with her huge doe eyes as if I offered her what I really want to offer her. And the desire to pull her to that dance floor now becomes overwhelming. I have spent half of the evening pretending that I am not interested in her not to arouse any suspicions. But I am done pretending. I tried it but it’s definitely not my things.
I already know that I am going to take what I want. The only problem is that I still haven’t decided how to do it.
Since that crazy kiss happened I know one thing – Lara Artes is mine. And I am not wasting any time, playing games.
“My sister doesn’t know the steps of gerdian dances,” her fake brother says with a polite smile which I can only take as mockery.
“Nobody here except for us knows them, Lord Artes,” I smirk, putting all
