Penelope

Tyrell crouched in front of me. Worry took over his features as he saw the slash on my arm.

"I'm fine, it's just a small cut."

He took off his shirt leaving on a white singlet that clung tightly to his brawny body and gave a perfect view of his muscular arms. He tied the shirt around my arm which was bleeding profusely. The men seeing what had happened got into their car and drove off. I was in pain and my arm was hurting badly. I made to get up but before I could Tyrell picked me ...