ErzaLockhart_8373

Felon
/fè-lun/
Cruel; Wicked. 


I continued biting my lips whilst fidgeting with my finger nails, my mind still pondering over the question he asked minutes ago. 


"Ojalá éstos fueran mis dientes mordiéndote los labios." I heard him mumble under his breath. 
[I wish those were my fucking teeth biting your lips.]



I threw a morose look in his direction. "Speak an apprehensible language." I snarled getting annoyed. 



"You need to get inside my mind to understand that." He responded nonchalantly shrugging off his shoulders. 



"I don't enter dirty places." I snapped rolling my eyes. 



"But I would really enjoy entering your dirty places."

Cruel; Wicked. The Felon

Hueson was taking hours to reach the cafeteria he asked me to come through his threatening message. It was very hard to convince mom and dad that I was not going on any date, but just a near cafeteria. Their sausy smile didn't left their facet the whole time I explained them about the visit. Quickly changing into a red top and denim jeans, I left the house silently without informing them. Taking a cab, I straight went to the cafeteria that was named Cafe Coffee Day.

Not ordering anything I just sat there waiting for Hueson. But even after half an hour he didn't showed up. My stomach started grumbling with insufficient food inside it. Sighing heavily I reached my back pocket to take out the wallet.

But nothing caught my bare hands. Furrowing my brows I came to my stances and wandered my gaze around the table. After searching for around five minutes I gave up and sat believing that might have left it while paying the cab.

Chapter 12.2