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

After reaching for work at Fultan. I quickly made my way towards my spot, after changing into my usual working clothes.

I was not going to wear Hueson's given working clothes, since yesterday immediately after reaching home I called Ms Mikayla and told her that I will not wear any dress other than the usual. She being a humble lady didn't contended on anything and said yes at once.

I realized that, there were more workers missing when compared to yesterday.

Baithany sighed beside me and sat on the stool that was kept near the counter and started massaging her forehead which wrinkled due to her furrowed brows. She looked dog-tired with her few strands spilling out of her messy bun that was now loosened a bit. Her cheeks were slightly flushed due to exhaustion. She smiled the moment her baby blue eyes pinned on mine.

I smiled back and asked coming by her side "Alright there?"

Chapter 30