Chapter 24—

Zheme leaned back, a hand leaving the wall to brush loose strands of hair behind her ears. "That you're mine. You said you'd say it when you got to know me, wouldn't you say you know me enough now?" The words that left his lips were not words Lexie expected, and not knowing what to say... "I-I... I don't know." She stuttered out, her mind laying in the bed of her arousal, making it hard for her to so much as think. Zheme's hand twitched against the wall, a frown drawn handsomely across his face as he tried to remain in control. "It's been almost a week Lexie, you must've found out enough about me and if not, then let me at least tell you this, 'I'm a very mean person who doesn't like disrespect.'" Lexie's heart started to beat in an irregular way, her mind trying but failing to hold tight to its decreasing rationality. "I-I already know that." "Then what else do you need to know?" Deep and cold the sound of his voice was, inducing fear that ran like a river without bounds within Lexie,