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

I nodded my head in response and soon she was out of my sight. My mind still calculating every bit of information and my hand automatically twitched into my pocket to fish out my mobile. Sliding down to my contact list , my eager eyes settled on the only name.

Texting Elliot a small 'Hi' with my shaky hands I waited for his reply. Soon after a minute he replied back saying.

Elliot: I'm all good. What about you?

Me: I'm fine. Just wanted to ask something.

Xaviar was out with a small smile on her lips, when she saw me texting she said." I'll be downstairs, come soon."

Me: Why Hueson always bullied you?

He didn't replied after that. I waited for around ten minutes in the room for his reply, but he didn't replied after that. Sighing I walked down the stairs.

Chapter 132