Karen.
*Novel*
I smirked as the man trapped under my heels groaned in pain. I took a sip of the wine glass in my hand before handing it to one of my henchmen.
"So where were we?" I asked in an icy tone, applying a little more pressure as I pressed my left heel on the neck of Mr. Richardson.
I was dressed in a tight-fitted red dress that dis
played my perfect curves and it matched just fine with my red heels and lips.
My silk black hair was packed into a stylish bun with a pin. An expensive one.
"Yes, the freaking MoonGem," I said and looked down at him.
He groaned and I only saw his lips move as he croaked out muffled up words.
"Sorry, are you saying something?" I asked with a wicked smile, "I can't quite get you."