"Fancy coming out now?" He took a drag of his cigarette and as he exhaled the smoke, Nathan Moore's voice rang out. Under the dim street light, it was hard to tell if the slight lift of his eyes was one of triumph or mockery.
"Nathan Moore, let's talk." Standing in front of him, Titus Zane slightly raised his face, trying his best to remain composed.
"Yo, why not call me brother-in-law anymore?" With another puff of smoke, Nathan Moore's tone was frivolous, and the look in his eyes as they swept over her carried the same sentiment.
"Nathan Moore, ah..." Taking another deep breath, Titus Zane just opened his mouth when suddenly he let out a shocked cry.
Because his shadow had quickly descended on her lips, blocking not just the words she wanted to say, but also her breath.
The kiss was domineering and passionate. His hand gripped the back of her head and, along with her back, she could feel the warmly tingling sensation of his palm rubbing over the thin fabric.
