Poison

Katya

"What the hell happened after that night that you wouldn't answer my call anymore?"

His cologne and presence filled the car, dominating the aroma of the AC and air freshener, and flooding everywhere with his aura.

I felt trapped, but not in a claustrophobic manner.

"I must have been busy." I muttered, adjusting the designers' glasses which were dark and thick enough to hide my expression.

There were too many questions, numerous confusing thoughts, and I needed time alone to process each of them.

Ferrara's green eyes narrowed in disbelief and surprise, the tension rippling from his body visible.

"Why did you stage this show? My security would have shot at you."

I kept my voice neutral, hoping it wouldn't betray the emotions welling up inside me.

Problem was, Ferrara was the root of them all, but it was he whom my heart wanted when it all got too much.

Was I a such a terrible person that I was attracted to a dark soul who manipulated my feelings at will?

It was sha