I was stoned on my spot when I heard what he just said. His gray eyes were on mine, trapping me in some kind of a different dimension that only he knows. His gaze makes me weak on the knees and I was glad I have the railings and his arms to hold onto me.
Ambrose leaned even closer. “What have you done to me?” His voice was hoarse and quiet but it left a huge impact on my system. My heart is pounding hard as I watched him lean even closer.
I swallowed hard as I leaned back. “Ambrose…” my voice was filled with warning and I hope it’s enough for him to stop t*rturing me like this. “Stop.”
He always told me that he would stop if I wanted him to. I wish it is still in effect. Also, he’s under the impression that I have a boyfriend. He surely wouldn’t touch me now, right? Because if he doe
