"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦
Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius...
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Saint didn't say a word to me after that. He just glared at me for a while before turning to look out at the view. His elbow was up on the space beside the window as I found him caressing his bottom lip.
Even though he was crueler than them all, so much to the point that the worst supervillain had absolutely nothing on him, he was stunning. Just like that night he made me drink, I took the time to drink in his pleasingly defined cheekbones, providing him a flawlessly chiseled jaw. His almond eyes were piercing blue with a mix of light brown spilling from the pupil. Even his nose was hand-crafted by God with how perfect it held his face together.
My gaze traveled down to his body and even though I had never seen it, I felt like I knew exactly what muscles were bulging underneath them. Sometimes, I could hear Saint working out as the weights slammed into each other. I could hear his grunts and groans, wondering how he'd sound if he was under me, or on top of me.
God, what's wrong with me?
I crossed my leg over the other to remind myself that I was nearing dangerous territory. He murdered his family for crying out loud. But that didn't stop the intrusive thoughts from entering my mind, assisted with my hormones.
No matter how many times I reminded myself that he found me unattractive, he was a bad man who doesn't date or marry... there was a pulsating need seeping deep in my loins.
He glanced over at me, giving me a view of those earthly eyes. His gaze fell on my legs leaving me to squeeze my thighs tighter together.
"Angel," Saint called. I raised a brow, noticing how hot the car quickly began to feel. I was almost prepared to roll down a window and stick my head out like a dog-anything to keep away from Saint's smoldering gaze.
"I can feel you staring at me like a bitch in heat, and I'm two seconds away from throwing you out of the car," he grumbled, turning back to the window.
I opened my mouth, ready to protest, but nothing came out. Instead, I sighed before settling for the view outside of the window just like he did.
My jaw almost dropped when I saw the very long yet slightly tall building. I gawked at the palace-like appeal of the structure. There was three vast water fountains perched in the lawn as warm light lit up the pathway directly into the building. People were stepping out of the limos, some were unaccompanied women and men who wore the classiest dresses and suits, others went as couples.
The car came to a stop once we were in the middle of the pathway. I anxiously watched the driver get out of the car before opening mu door for me. He held out his gloved hand to assist me out of the tall BMW.
