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

And I just stood there gaping at the empty road that echoed with the sound of his roaring bike. Enraged with extreme anger I took out my phone and booked a cab of the address that was written on the paper. After what felt like ten minutes a cab came and I reached the designated address.

I found Hueson and his one leg leaning against a poster with a monotonous aspect. He was busy typing something on his phone whilst his other hand was holding a helmet.

Paying the cab with respective amount I walked towards him. As if sensing

my approach, he jerked his head in my direction with his phone still in his hand.

Licking his lips scrumptiously, he gave me a once over, then met my eyes.

"You didn't changed?" He asked creasing up his brow with what looked like amusement.

Chapter 99