"Suitcases? Is that what you call them?" Athan chuckled deeply. "Never heard of that word; keep me impressed, Violette."
[I try not to, rest assured.]
'If only he knew who I was….'
Another set of an erratic heartbeat was going on with her, and it was simply uncontrollable—it became a burden on her part as she harbored feelings for the man she had the slightest interest in.
Athan had a great physique and a captivating look to pair with his great potential and powerful status made him an indisputable cream of the crop of all the bachelors.
Yet, he was still not her type.
"I'm glad this went easy; I thought it was a suitable punishment for your father." He had a suggestive smile, which almost startled her deep to the bone. "The future is bleak, don't you think so?"
Nathalie was livid.
[You're courting death.]
"...Do you really hate me that much?"
