Each time his eyes would fall onto her figure, they would be enchanted by the way she was dressed and the way those tight clothes revealed all her tempting curves. It felt out of character. Axel never had such a strong urge to stare at someone,to catch every shift of their body and every action they produced. He tried his best to focus on the road and not on the unholy woman beside him.
Upon reaching his home and parking in his garage, Axel darted out of the car, roughly telling her to get out of his car. In a second, he was gone.
He went to his room as quickly as his legs could carry him on the slippery floor. He needed to calm down. Especially his urges. His brain worked like it was strapped to an electric chair, sending shock waves each time a scenery popped in his mind or when his
