"Larry I can explain.." She pleads, slowly backing away until she came in contact with the hard wall. Nowhere else to run now. The 6'4 French dancer walked forward, resting his hands by each side of her head. He completely towered over her small body like she was his prey that he finally caught after so long.
He looks her in her eyes, sending chills down her spine as he finally began to speak. His French accent could melt any women's heart.
"What have you done to me?"
(Sorry if it sucks. This is my first story on Wattpad so I'm doing my best :) )
