97 Unbridled Passion

Becca.

Talk about an unbridled risky passion, wheeewww!’ I fanned myself with a hand, despite the perfectly working chiller in the room.

Just then, my mobile phone beeped with an incoming message and I picked it up distractedly from my bag.

Raising the mobile phone to my unfocused eyes, I saw the blurry words and I had to blink severely before I could refocus my gaze on the words that were blatantly displayed on the screen.

Even at that, it took me several minutes to process the message.

“Have dinner with me tonight, Becca, and before you unthinkingly say no, think of how disappointed I would be and then slowly with a calm breath, think of how I will take my revenge for disappointing me.”

I actually found myself reading the message in that peculiar tone of his while my mind eagerly took up the job of imagination.

The fact that the man was so confident and arrogant enough that he did not find it necessary to pen his name to his notes and messages made me want to howl.

But I co