Melissa Eden
The cold stare of Tony Collins pierced through me from afar. He must’ve really prepared for the party as everything he wore looked like perfection. He looked like perfection.
Only, he was far from it.
His eyes still glued to me, my body rather, he begins to take slow, bold steps towards me while I kept saying little prayers in my head, hoping that he would say whatever he had to say and leave.
I still needed to find Grace and Nolan.
“Caitlyn.” His voice comes out in its usual call and collected manner. His eyes never leaving my face.
“Tony.” I reply with a forced smile, not wanting to look like I was at war with the host.
“You came.” His stare was becoming more intense and I could swear that I saw a glint of desire and lust in his eyes.
Was this supposed to be a questi
