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

Taking few deep breaths I left the locker room in an antsy. Reaching the parking lot I came into view of very cheery Xaviar who was leaning against her black Porsche with a wide grin on her face.

"Guess what?" She squealed the moment I reached her. Her eyes glinted with whatsoever she was planning on to.

"I'll drop you home today" She chirped dragging me around the Porsche. "If not I'll drop you everyday!" She chirped. Her face lit up with the new source of information she gathered in her mind.

"Uh! I don't think dad will allow you to do that. He's too protective you know? Like a typical Dad?" I said shaking my head slightly in a breathy voice.

Her fervour aspect soon dropped to a sad conduct. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it up and gave me a small smile and ushered me inside the car. I didn't prodded on anything and kept quiet. Soon she was by side with a wide smile.

Chapter 81