"Sir, how may I help you?" Elfana said as she was bowing down. She was trembling with every fasting breath she breathed.
The calm silence was fearful as he broke the whole room's furniture. He was in his top madness. "The son of the fallen,I will bury him alive."
Elfana stepped back as her hand was bleeding from the shuttered glass, which injured her. Rafael did not care if she got hurt or not; he left the room and broke into Erika's room. He found her sleeping in peace. He wished he could yell at her. He badly hoped he could at this moment strangle her and get rid of her.
But all he did was embrace her, surrounding her hot body, which looked too small between his. She felt with him as she was about to open her eyes. He tightened her huge and pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
