15 Khalid

15

Khalid

I poured myself a glass of whiskey as she stood awkwardly near my bed. I watched her with half-lidded eyes, still angry yet concerned for her.

“How are you feeling?” I said, stepping closer to her, the scent of fresh roses and something feminine surrounding her.

Valeria looked in my direction, her fingers closed together in front of her. She was nervous.

Hm, she should be.

“Good!” she said, nodding. “I am good! How are you?”

“I am quite furious but worried,” I replied truthfully, taking a sip of the alcohol. I sat down in the armchair near the nightstand, cool wind blowing from the balcony caressing my skin.

“Why are you furious and worried?”

“Come here and I will tell you.”

She looked in my direction, her gaze narrowing.

“That sounds like a trap.”

I chuckled and swallowed the contents of the glass, leaving a burning sensation in my throat. I kept it on the table and looked at her, spreading my legs.

“Come here, my sweet one,” I purred in a low voice, seeing the effec