She began pacing slowly, her hips swaying with a hypnotic, natural rhythm despite the strain in her ribs.
Her free hand was in her hair now, pulling the silky strands away from her flushed neck in a motion that inadvertently thrust her heavy breasts forward, straining visibly against the flimsy hospital attire.
"You're telling me to date him again," she spat the dark words out.
Ermond's voice continued speaking from the phone—firm, but not without its share of guilt.
Ytrisia closed her eyes for a moment.
Her delicate throat bobbed with a silent, heavy swallow.
"I'm not some pretty pawn to be moved across the board because he suddenly has a dark 'reason.'" Suddenly, it was heard that this was an absolute order from the family head, who was naturally the one who funded the orphanage and had even sponsored her as a voluptuous superhero affiliated with one of the subsidiaries within the Blac family.
