CHAPTER 7 His Threat

　　The question thrown unexpectedly. Hazel clearly taken aback by Flynn Bezos's confession. Virginity is not something easily seen and judged by anyone other than its owner, right?

　　"For a mature man like me, assessing someone's virginity isn't that difficult, Miss Stevenson." This time, he approached, and the sound of gravel scraping under his feet was like the ominous rumble of a death for Hazel.

　　"How could you?" Hazel recoiled as Flynn approached. This time, even the man's warm breath could not dispel the chill of the night wind creeping in.

　　"Do you want to find out?" Flynn's lips leaned towards Hazel's face, precisely, passing her face to reach her ear. The whisper was sensual; Hazel could not even focus on the question asked, but on other fantasies that began to make her blood rush.