Almost

“What are you doing here, Bryce?” I asked when I saw Bryce getting in my room. He took one more step and closed the door behind him.

“This is my house, babe. Of course I’d be here.” He motions his finger at me to come to him.

I obeyed and I knew exactly that it was so out of my character. But, it was as if my feet had its own life and it was willingly obeying Bryce. Was it his dominating demeanor that made me obey? If that is so, it’s making sense now as to why he’s the mafia lord.

He started walking towards me making me instantly regret walking near him. I immediately stopped as if my feet were stuck.

He sighed.

He closed the gap between us, making me move a step backward. He was way too domineering. He looked at my lips and then to my eyes and to my lips again, making me bite my lower lip.

“I’m sorry about what happened today. Something came up,” he whispered with his raspy voice. I gasped when I felt his hand move up exposing my thigh.

I shouldn’t have worn this fucking dress.