When he spoke, a frown crept onto my face as his gaze pierced through me, like he was trying to pull me into some unfathomable depth.
In that moment, the swirling thoughts in his mind felt as elusive as smoke.
"Hmm, you enjoyed being with my niece," he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling lack of restraint. "But you can't deny that you enjoyed it when I was with you."
His directness hit me cold, trivializing our past interactions and even dragging his own niece into the mix with his careless words.
It was as if casual conversations about s*x were entirely normal to him, completely oblivious to the emotional mess that came with it.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Well, I actually enjoyed it, unlike the disgust you implant in me during our encounter,” I replied, my tone measur
