This chapter is dedicated to Spinningbeauties. Hey Spinningbeauties, thanks for the golden ticket.
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"Let's go." Alanis turned to Harlow, eyes dark but softening only for her. He scooped her up like she weighed nothing.
"You don't have to carry me like this…" Harlow murmured, pretending to complain, but her arms circled his neck.
"Too bad. You're mine," Alanis said.
"You're scared, and the rooms ahead are even more terrifying. You can lean on me Villian." He said calmly and Harlow buried her face on his chest to hide from the scary monsters, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. Alanis could only smile at her behavior.
For a woman so tough and with a big wide mouth, he now knew how to shut her up sometimes.
When they reached the last room where more people were. "You can open your eyes now," Alanis whispered in her ears and she raised her head to look at him. And then without warning, his lips met hers.
And after a while, he pulled out.
