19: Create a monster

Pov: Bianca

"And where are you coming from?"

There was nothing to be heard except the sound of my heart beating wildly.

The light from the foyer stopped just were his boots had been planted, as if even the light was afraid of him, as if he was worse than the darkness.

"What part of 'you will attend all social events with the rest of the family' got lost in translation, Bianca?"

He stepped into the light, his arctic gaze searing into mine. He wasn't even dressed for the dinner, in only dark pants and a black turtleneck shirt that only emphasized his ripped upper body muscles, he was a sight for sore eyes.

I chewed my lip nervously, avoiding his gaze like a fucking schoolgirl about to be reprimanded.

His eyes narrowed at me, his expression sizzling and hot and burning through my skin with cold fury as he took in my trembling form, from my wet hair to my little white dress that was now see through, thanks to the rain.

"And where did you get that jacket?" He asked, his voice deceptively s