My Killing President

“I wouldn’t dare. I am merely stating a fact.”

What an interesting lady Alistair thought while hiding his smirk. The lady stood fearlessly before him, arousing even more of his interest and curiosity.

And Annabelle immediately regretted her actions. She had caused too much unnecessary attention! Now she felt like she was thrown into the lion’s den without any heads up. Face hot as coal, her icy fingers pinched tightly on her dress.

Annabelle tried to compose herself, “If there is nothing else, I shall now head back to work.” She quickened her steps without waiting for an answer.

“Hold on for a moment,” Alistair’s alluring voice came from behind.

Annabelle froze instinctively. She shut her eyes.

Why did I stop!? I should’ve ignored him and walk away!

hard for

slowly

surface she seemed expressionless but underneath she was on pins and needles, so tensed that she couldn’t move a muscle.

dangerous air around him that invaded her space and was slowly constricting on her.

of possibilities of

he recognize her?

intensely at her. His eyes had the same clarity as a mountain stream and gleamed with vigor like two magnificent gems.

terror-struck to the wall. Alistair continued to corner her by moving his arms over her and pressed them onto the wall,

was aggressive and

Annabelle’s attempt to appear calm was not working. She

years, he remained unchanged! Just

their natural expression followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. And