Where Love Meets Evil

ing alone with Ivan for this long, it's almost as if my jaw muscles are dead and cannot move. I mean, I haven't tried. The psycho was craz

much except for when he had to speak to his special escorts we met at the airport. We came here by ourselves but now driving amid a fleet of snazzy cars nu

e way," he mentions out of the blue, e

s jump to my hairline, throwing my eyes out the window again. I

mpound is over a hundred acres, with a grand water fountain in the middle. Around the fountain are sit-

irectly in front of the hotel where ladies in black corporate outfits line each side of the pathway lea

ional stances beside their cars. All are in shades, flashy suits, unflinching. Ivan made himself clear that no one

s, holding out his h

weet' gesture with contempt but even

an England prince would his princess while going to the dance floor, the only man amongst the ladies in a similar outfit emerges from the

ocked in front of him, before saying, "Y

BERRY

awberry by the way,' his

why he

ng why your so-called husband chose su

manager?" I

s,

ve been informe

stuffed with regard, maintaining his eye level inches be

surprisingly. For the first time since we met the overly hu

es is he

e you, Ma'am," the

ee what he looks like. I just want him to at least

angling it downward and now it feels like a sac of rice

you think you're doing?' before dragging me through the l

ound the colossal height, spiral stairways from both sides leading up to them. Although vacant, there is a thick circular woode

gine pretty ladies waving with smiles, b

itioned just across from the main door, that run through each of these balconies to the top. Uniform clacks trail closely behind us, k

e we're to relax before the sh

stumes are in a frenzy. The box is turned over, and the clothes flurred all over. I had asked to see it because I

u run awa

and have him find me

IS forte a

e the fact that things are going Ivan's way after what he did last night. He didn't even bother to apologize, an

as w

hasten the process and autom

to run,' my inner vo

hair loosen, my

and get back at Ivan. Noticed he's obsessed with timing so this is sure to claw at

t like I thought, he's nowhere in the suite. I still don't let my guard down, keeping my neck tilted backw

knob. I turn it cautiously, grimacing at the slightest s

van's absence before I finally open the door

raceful

reigning in my ears when a dead p

ime, be