Caroline smirked at Herick. She walked towards him, and stood right in front of him. Raising her head slightly, she traced his jaw with her index finger. "I like it. I like this jealous look of yours," she whispered into his ears.
"I am not jealous!" hissed Herick. This woman was sprouting nonsense. He didn't like her, and would never like her.
"Whatever you think—try to think and believe... is not always right, Herick. The moment, I fucked you... I stamped my logo on your body. I don't like my assets to show disobedience to me," Caroline warned him in a low voice.
Sometimes it was alright, but not every time. Hayden had the luxury to act like this if he wanted, but not Herick. This man in front of her was someone who tried to help her enemy.
Herick flinched in fear. Images flashed through his eyes when he saw her still bloodied face near his ears.
