"Dylan Wellington, you're freaking crazy!" Skye Brown couldn't be bothered to waste words with the man, she slapped his hand away and tried to pull the door back.
But as soon as she touched Dylan Wellington, her hand was seized by him in return.
"Ha, Skye—since you've led me here, why act all high and mighty. You're really asking for it..."
With that, Dylan Wellington let out a cold laugh, the corners of his wicked lips curled into a chilling arc.
The next second, he suddenly pulled Skye over, closed the door with one hand, then pushed her toward the large sofa in the living room.
This upscale condominium wasn't big, and to the right of the entrance against the wall was the sofa.
Skye had no time to react before Dylan pinned her onto the sofa!
The man's tall and imposing body pressed against Skye firmly, she was only wearing a set of pajamas, silk material, both top and bottom.
