The Cost Of Forever

is tall, towering over me with deep ocean-blue eyes that appear to have the ability to see into my soul. Nevertheless

expression remains cold, almost bored. "I

ld revolves around them." My heart is racing, not just from the argument but from the way he's standing

low, grumbling voice, treating me like a smal

ast time I checked, You dragged me back and

instead. His smell, a mixture of musk and something dangerously intoxicating, overwhelms me like a wave. I feel over

ispers, his voice turning into a threatening murmur that gives me chills. His hand inches closer,

bout who you are," I say angrily, feeling my heart race. "So unless you plan

redatory, and I think he might actually do it. His hands clen

le that makes my blood boil. "You

nk I'm just here for his entertainment. "And I thin

e, not as gently as before. His touch is firm, almost possessive, and a spark of electricity shoots through me, igni

ation bubbling inside of me. I swear, if this man doesn't remo

mine, challenging, daring me to push furthe

s man is serious

think because you wear a fancy suit and strut around like you own the place, you can jus

here is a sudden gleam in his eyes. I've struck a ner

dealing with" He says with

el beneath my touch. Why must he be so frustrating and irresistibly attractive? It's not fair. "Could

is gaze pierces mine, icy yet containing a profound, primal intensity. It appears that we are ca

th caressing my cheek. "You're faili

sing to back down. "You

that I can almost detect the movement of his chest with every deliberate breath he inhales. Just for a moment, I believe he will

time. "You should really learn to control that sharp ton

snap back, even though part of me hates how much I actual

rides off, leaving me seething, with my heart pounding and

rowd. The weirdest part is, despite how much I want to hate him, I can't get rid

er, there was something unsettling about the way h

gance. His stupidly perfect face. His infuriatingly attrac

e more important things to think about than an arrogant stranger who believes everyth

and my skin tingling from his touch. It's stupid. I'm not someone who easily get

oice rumbled with authority, the way his eyes never left mine, challenging me. And worse, t

elling the remaining stress. He is simply a man. A frust

st, I