Meesha Kyle fearfully looked into his eyes. Her body trembled and she stepped back once. His eyes were dark and deep and a sharp gaze was directly falling on her pitiful face. There was a sinner smile on his thin and healthy lips. He stepped ahead and held her waist tightly. Meesha Kyle put her palm on his wide chest in fear and looked and swallowed her panic.
“But, you forgot a thing, Meesha Kyle.” Then he smiled sinner and tilted his head.
“Myron Gray never loses what he likes.” He said in his deep and low voice. Meesha Kyle shivered completely in his tight grip and breathed heavily.
He looked into her eyes with a sinner smile. He carried her on his shoulder and then walked out of the room. Meesha Kyle forgot to resist.
He threw the woman on the back seat of the car and sat beside he
