Amanda Odiakose

She stared at the cup, then back at him, not daring to take a sip. When he noticed her attitude, he tilted his head, staring at her in disbelief. God this man was perfect.
He reached for the glass, took a sip, and then slid it to her once more.
"Don't worry, I don't poison my offenders. That would be less fun" he said and she shuddered in fear, grabbing the glass and placing it on her shaky lips, gulping the content as the tears threatened to fall.
"Will you kill me?"She asked in a cracked, shaky voice.
"It depends"
"On what?"
"If you are willing to go on a deal with me," he said, but coldly this time. A stern look took over the smirk on his face. Racheal immediately knew he meant business.
"What deal?"

One of the twins died on top of her after their one-night stand……
He kept planting kisses on her neck, down to her bosom. Out of pleasure, Rachael closed her eyes, letting herself feel lost in his slow caress. The euphoria was cut short when he suddenly stopped kissing her and flipped her around aggressively. Rachael panicked.
"What is it?" She said breathlessly, trying to discern what he tried to do because she didn't dare turn to see for herself.
He rammed his erection into her mound without warning. The pain made her squeeze her eyes shut, fighting it.
"Are you okay?" he asked, not that he cared.
It was Xavier Collin. His hooded green eyes held anger and disgust fixated on her while his tall virile body walked toward her. Her heart skipped each time his boots made contact with the floor, striking fear into her timid heart. Her breathing became more rapid and loud and it felt like her heart was going to explode from her chest from beating too fast
Rachael couldn't look at those cold eyes, it worsened her fear. Her eyes dropped, but fell on the gun by his side instead, they widened in terror. Was he going to kill her? Wasn't he going to hear her side of the story? She thought inwardly but was abruptly faced with reality. She wasn't even sure of her side of the story and that was because she recollected nothing.
She heard the gun being cocked and gasped when he raised it to her.
"Please don't do this"

Uno de los gemelos murió encima de ella después de su aventura de una noche...
Él seguía plantando besos en su cuello, bajando hasta su pecho. Por placer, Rachael cerró los ojos, dejándose llevar por sus caricias lentas. La euforia se cortó de golpe cuando él dejó de besarla y la volteó agresivamente. Rachael se asustó.
—¿Qué pasa? —dijo sin aliento, tratando de discernir lo que él intentaba hacer porque no se atrevía a girarse para verlo por sí misma.
Él embistió su erección en su monte de Venus sin previo aviso. El dolor hizo que ella cerrara los ojos con fuerza, luchando contra él.
—¿Estás bien? —preguntó, aunque no le importaba.
Era Xavier Collin. Sus ojos verdes y entornados mostraban ira y disgusto mientras su alto y viril cuerpo caminaba hacia ella. Su corazón se detenía cada vez que sus botas hacían contacto con el suelo, infundiendo miedo en su tímido corazón. Su respiración se volvió más rápida y fuerte, y sentía que su corazón iba a explotar de su pecho por latir tan rápido.
Rachael no podía mirar esos ojos fríos, empeoraban su miedo. Sus ojos bajaron, pero se fijaron en la pistola a su lado, y se abrieron de terror. ¿Iba a matarla? ¿No iba a escuchar su versión de la historia? Pensó para sí misma, pero fue abruptamente enfrentada con la realidad. Ni siquiera estaba segura de su versión de la historia y eso era porque no recordaba nada.
Escuchó el clic del arma y jadeó cuando él la levantó hacia ella.
—Por favor, no hagas esto.

Ela olhou para a xícara, depois para ele, sem ousar tomar um gole. Quando ele percebeu sua atitude, inclinou a cabeça, olhando para ela incrédulo. Deus, esse homem era perfeito.
Ele pegou o copo, tomou um gole e depois deslizou-o de volta para ela.
"Não se preocupe, eu não enveneno meus ofensores. Isso seria menos divertido," ele disse e ela estremeceu de medo, pegando o copo e colocando-o em seus lábios trêmulos, engolindo o conteúdo enquanto as lágrimas ameaçavam cair.
"Você vai me matar?" Ela perguntou com uma voz rachada e trêmula.
"Depende."
"Do quê?"
"Se você está disposta a fazer um acordo comigo," ele disse, mas desta vez friamente. Um olhar severo tomou o lugar do sorriso em seu rosto. Racheal imediatamente soube que ele estava falando sério.
"Que acordo?"