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 like I expected, beckoned me to come near his table, his gaze never leaving mine. I kept my face neutral and went to take their orders.

Bryan eyes scanning each part of my body. He looked a bit taken back when his eyes registered my grottiest glare and shifted his regard elsewhere.

Soon all Hueson's friends gave their orders and I asked Baithany to make all the orders.

After whole fifteen minutes, Baithany was ready with the orders. So I took the orders from her and went to their table. I don't know why, but I had this feeling that their was a certain reason behind this whole ordeal.

Hueson's continuous stare, was making me nervous the whole time I served them. I quickly served them and turned around to leave. A crushing noise of a container made me to stop in my tracks. I turned around to meet Hueson black orbs.

Chapter 23