Rebecca’s story

I found his voice colder than ice. He could barely contain the urge to punch the man standing so near to me. His blood was boiling in his veins and his stare had turned so evil that I was trying to make eye contact with him to calm him down. At the same time, he might wonder what the hell I was doing with Logan in this part of the hotel, so isolated? I could almost hear these thoughts screaming in his mind.

“What the hell are you doing here with her?” He asked, not even ...