06 | Misty

I was raging with anger as Derone neared my house. The only light that was on was by the garden. Fortunately, with Mason on loose trying to find me, it'll only be our butler, Richard, who's in the house.

“Thanks,” I sarcastically said when his car came to a halt.

Just when I was about to climb out of his car, Derone grab hold of my wrist to stop me. It was a wrong move for him because I used all my force to yank my wrist free from his grasp.

“Don't you dare touch me,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

But instead of being intimidated, a challenging smirk crossed his face. I grew irritated as the seconds ticked by. How cocky can this man be? I was on the verge of lashing out. He better talk carefully 'cause with one wrong word from, I'll definitely go berserk.

“Don't you want to cuddle?” he cooed, laughing like a maniac afterwards.

I eyed him with disgust and slapping him won't satisfy my anger, so I just cro