He stepped closer, circling around me like a predator studying his wounded prey. I felt exposed, vulnerable—broken. I just wanted to see Eva.
"Scarlett Snow," he murmured, still pacing around me.
My breath hitched.
How does he even know ow my name? I have never even seen the outside walls of Mr. Grey's mansion, so how?
I slowly rose my head up and studied his face but I couldn't see him clearly, my visions were blurry.
But from what am seeing , I am very sure I have never seen him before so then how does he know me?
"Who are you?" I whispered. Fear clawed at my insides, but I forced it down. I refused to tremble before this man when I lived with someone far worse.
Speaking of Mr. Grey… I was already dead.
If he found out about the mess I had caused, he'd bury me alive without hesitation.
My body turned cold at that instant, he won't spare me.
The man chuckled.
"The last time I checked, the almighty Xavier Grey doesn't keep women," he said lazily.
