Avery’s P.O.V.
If looks could kill, I was sure that I would have buried Marcus ten feet under the ground by now. He was a jerk and he still had the audacity to embraced me against my wishes. I struggled hard to get out of his embrace, but he was as hard as rock. I felt like hitting my head on a rock. The only difference was that all my internal organs were bleeding because of the intensity of my anger instead of my head.
“Let me go, Marcus.” I screamed at him in frustration while stomping my feet on the floor. I was now infuriated to death by him. I gasped aloud and my eyes widened in horror when his hot breath suddenly fanned the skin on my neck, freezing my whole body. Those tingles and sparks were so intensified that I almost moaned in pleasure.
“You are a liar, Emma.” He teased me i
