"Un-hand me," Zora demanded heatedly when Aisuke tightened his grip on her as she struggled to shake his grip on her hand. She knew that she should perhaps be more wary of him, and act more level-headed, but his forwardness and invasion of her personal space along with his casual attitude unflappable was only fueling her anger so much so that she actually felt like slapping him silly.
"How dare you," she glared at him furiously when he alluded to her sexual preferences because of her looks and tossed a business card on the table. Refusing to even glance, little own touch it, Zora kept her eyes on Aisuke.
"Three days, three hours or three months, the answer is and will be the same, Mr. Porter, or whoever you are," she replied in a cold and very stubborn tone, not about to back down and seriously doubting, despite his veiled threats and the appearance of his thugs that he'd actually try anything to hurt her.
And when Aisuke took her hand again and raised it to his lips, Zora resisted the very strong urge to scoff or wipe the back of her hand with a napkin. Not at all taken in by his gentlemanly ways, she also stopped herself from rolling her eyes at the 'it was a pleasure' part. She just wanted him to leave and when he finally did, she found herself swearing profusely under her breath. Even dead, her brother was making her life hell.
"How dare you," she glared at him furiously when he alluded to her sexual preferences because of her looks and tossed a business card on the table. Refusing to even glance, little own touch it, Zora kept her eyes on Aisuke.
"Three days, three hours or three months, the answer is and will be the same, Mr. Porter, or whoever you are," she replied in a cold and very stubborn tone, not about to back down and seriously doubting, despite his veiled threats and the appearance of his thugs that he'd actually try anything to hurt her.
And when Aisuke took her hand again and raised it to his lips, Zora resisted the very strong urge to scoff or wipe the back of her hand with a napkin. Not at all taken in by his gentlemanly ways, she also stopped herself from rolling her eyes at the 'it was a pleasure' part. She just wanted him to leave and when he finally did, she found herself swearing profusely under her breath. Even dead, her brother was making her life hell.
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