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

My suspicious mind said that he was up to something so I demanded by asking lividly "What made you think I would do that?" I Hoisted up my right bro to show that his resonant voice didn't faltered me a bit.

"You're forgetting that I'm your boss" He said explicitly coming to his bearings.

Removing the cap off from his head, he shoved his right hand in his black hair making his already god like hair causing to be more enamouring.

"You're just a replacement Hueson!" I seethed, anger bubbling up in my tone with each word registering in my head.

"Fine don't come...let Mikayla's cat die on my bike in an accident" He reasoned shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly and picked up the cat in ease. The burmese cat didn't dissent and kept herself still in Hueson's embrace.

My forehead creased up in muddiness and I inquired "Ms Mikayla's?" Still confused with the whole state I continued "You mean the cat is owned by her?"

Chapter 35