"Will you let him touch you, Zuri? Will you?" Adel grimaced, her eyes filled with concern, she held her hands tightly and looked at her in wary. "Can you imagine that? You will hate yourself for allowing that to happen."
Zuri remained silent when she heard those words, she didn't allow her mind to imagine that because she knew that would only make her feel sick in the stomach.
Fuck with heat! She didn't even want to breathe the same air as Emmet and his father.
"Zuri," Adel called her desperately because she didn't give her any response.
"Why are you telling me this?" The question came out very cold and heartless, as if she was an ungrateful child.
"What do you mean why am I telling you this?" Adel looked flustered now. "Because I care for you."
