Wicked fate

por V Simran

Not wanting to stay outside any longer, I roll my suitcases towards the front door and look for the keys that I was told would be found under the mat on the porch. I bend over to lift the mat and push it aside so I can pick up the keys, but just as I do, the front door bangs open, followed by a rough and annoyed voice from right above me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I’m so shocked at the unexpected voice and the fact I’m not alone that a scared yelp passes my dry lips, and I almost fall on my ass with my heart beating out of my chest. My gaze first follows the bare and big feet, to the legs encased in denim jeans, and I can’t help but admire the strong thighs pressing against the worn-out material with the button undone, hanging dangerously low on the V of his hips. If I look closely, I can also make out the bulge there. I gulp when my eyes keep moving upwards to the naked chest, ripped with muscles that I didn’t even knew existed in one’s body, and finally land on the mean looking face of the man currently throwing daggers at me with his oh-my-god dark green eyes, the exact shade of the tall trees I saw on my way. But why does he look so mad at me? When he raises hi

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