Chapter Six

Without letting her process his words, he leaned into her face—making sure there was just an inch of space between them – his hot breath fanning her face and as he raised a brow expecting an answer from her, Ava couldn't help but wonder if that was indeed a question that needed an answer.

She took a heavy deep breath—bringing to ease all the emotions that has built in her. She has been hesitating all along but this time, he needs to get his fucking hands off her waist 'cause he had no right to do so. Only John had that right.

He was taking advantage of it—he was taking advantage of her feeble strength, and decided to press even further. No! This shouldn't be happening. She was beginning to get mad at herself for acting too weak and letting him take advantage of it, and at the same time, she was mad at him for taking advantage.

Physical, Mentally, and everything that has to do with them didn't go quite well, so how exactly did they end up in this state? With 'him' holding her possess