Part 17
"First answer to my question," he demanded while her body erupted with goosebumps as he encircled his hand around her slim waist after leaving her hand while his other hand was on her cheek.
"It's not a crocodile or fake tea," she muttered, her voice breaking and a sob escaped her lips.
"Shh, stop crying," he whispered, and wiped her tears.
"Let me go please," she pleaded softly, looking down.
His hand was on her cheek, travelled a little down, and he made her look at him by placing his index finger under her chin.
"I apologized, so why are you crying?"He asked softly.
"You won't understand, sir, you can never understand," she said in tears.
"I know, sir, I'll always be the gold digger and selfish girl for you," she said, astounded him.
"But let me tell you one thing: I h
