Scarlett POV
I began shaking my head as my eyes grew watery, silently pleading with him for mercy. Pulling off the shirt would basically mean stripping.
"Please…" I managed to whisper.
He let go of my jaw and walked to his drawer, pulling it open before taking out a cigarette.
I could finally breathe properly, but I didn't relax—not even for a second. I clutched the sheets tightly against my chest.
Xavier was always full of surprises. Dangerous ones.
He placed the cigarette between his lips and walked back to me. Without being told, I quickly dropped my legs from the couch, making space for him.
He sat down and pointed a piece of paper at me along with a lighter. I took both, staring at him, my mind completely blank.
"You know what to do," he said.
I shook my head vigorously.
When he didn't respond, I decided to improvise. Looking down at my hands, I stared at the two items.
Then an idea came to mind—well, more like a scene from a movie.
