He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him, then he gripped my waist tight pushing me between him and the wall. "You're so naive, carina. " he whispered looking in my eyes, placing a strand of hair behind my ear. "What do you want?!" I said frustrated trying to get free from his hold, failing to do so.. He chuckled coldly before leaning down to my ear to the point I could feel his breath hit my neck. "That's for me to know only..." With that he left, on his black and white Ducati Desmo. (the new story of mine, It's something like the one I deleted. Ross isn't famous here!) It's PG-13 because of some chapters that have strong language.