Chapter 8

Elise’s Point of View

Kristoff calmed himself while staring at me. He can’t take his eyes off me since we came in here. We are here inside a room and judging by the design of this four-walled room, I can say that he is the owner of this. The ambiance of the room is very much like him, it is solemn and mysteriously dark.

“How many women did you bring here?” I asked while looking at the bedside table where he put the shoulder bag that I brought with me.

“Can’t count them,” he casually said.

Then, it’s good to hear that. I don’t want to hear him say that I am the only woman he brought here because I know he isn’t a saint to ignore the lust that his body needs. “Let’s talk a little more, Mr. Lauren,” I told him when I suddenly felt his fingertip on my thigh.

“I was just resting my hand,” he reasoned out. “Your eyes are really beautiful. I know our genes together won’t be a bad combination at all. What do you think?”

“Your house is too cozy,” that’s what I commented instead. “Are you li