Marcus’ P.O.V.
“This woman would be death of me.” I muttered while standing under the shower. The coldness of water did nothing to calm my raging nerves down. Beast snickered at the back of my mind, fueling my anger more.
Her earlier appearance in that short towel was something that I couldn’t shake off my mind. I knew that she had an hour-glass figure, and she looked stunning whatever she wears, but in that towel……. One glance, and I almost lost my rationality….
“Admit it that you also care about her.” Beast mocked me, and I frowned. “When did I say that I don’t care about her?” I asked him annoyingly, still trying to get rid of that image. “You actions against her….. they never show any care for her.” He mocked me again, and I growled at him. He snorted this time, and backed off.
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