Tan said, "You should take off your clothes now." and Ciara's eyes widened. She looked at him while covering her body with her two hands, still unable to accept what he had spoken.
"Tristan, what are you trying to do?" she asked, stammering her response. Tristan, meanwhile, was staring at her with such craziness in his eyes.
"You'll either take off your clothes or I'll rip them myself, you decide, you b***h, don't ask me that damn question." he said. His voice was deep, low, and extremely menacing.
She pleaded with him, "N-no, please. T-tristan. We can talk about this. Just don't ."
Tan moved toward her after clenching his hands into fists. "Don't irritate me further because I might do something worse than you think. You know I don't like to repeat what I just said."
Ciara gave a head
