Triston’s POV
Why does she always need to push my buttons? She doesn’t know that I don’t have a limit for my anger. There’s no border to cross my anger. There’s no measurement to measure my anger.
I caged her between my arms. I kept my arms on either side of her waist. Her big doe eyes were enlarged to move out from the eye socket. Her lips were shaking. She is so innocent like a female deer.
“Did you think that my men brought you here for a reason?” I roared at her.
“Your unnecessary appearance on the bus brought trouble to me. You should thank my men for not killing you on the spot. Is this how you talk for treating you nicely” I squeezed her jaw pouting her lips. Her eyes started to dwell with tears that were too weighted for the eyes to hold. They soon began to climb down throug
