Flip the Script

Without another thought, Kaisen subtly tilted his head away from the barrel of her shotgun and reached out, fingers curling around a handful of that soft, pillowy ass. The warmth of her skin under his palm was like touching heaven, only more sinful.

Helena jerked like she'd just been hit with a taser. She pulled the trigger in shock, the gun exploding with a deafening bang.

The bullet whizzed past his head, narrowly missing his ear. But Kaisen had expected it, moving just enough to dodge the shot.

"Woman, you could've killed me."

Kaisen said, his frown so deep it could have been a canyon. That look made Helena shudder like she'd just seen a ghost.

This wasn't just any frown; this was the kind of frown that said, 'I'm one bad day away from flipping this whole place upside down.'

"I... I'm sorry," Helena stammered, her voice barely holding it together.