"Terrible. She hates me."
I didn't like to cry, it showed how weak I was. How much she had affected me, but I just couldn't help it. Darryl froze, watching the single tear trail down my cheek. Tickling my heated skin. I could feel my face burning up.
Eyes held mines and for a millisecond I saw something inhumane, bestial. His thumb swept over my cheek with gentle tenderness before tasting the salty droplet.
"If you want them gone, I can have it arranged."
I blinked. Unsure of what to make of his statement.
Gone?
What did he mean by that?
"Darryl..."
"I don't want to see you unhappy Adela."
I push myself away from his grasp, attempting to gain my composure. He placed a finger under my chin, closing my mouth.
He half smiles at my shock. "The world is made up of good and bad Adela." resting a finger tip on my shoulder, increasing the flames.
I flashed him a displeased scowl. "And which side are you on?“
"The good."
I watched as the hint of a smile crosses his face and something tells me that I couldn't believe him. He picks up the local newspaper reading the contents, leaving so much unsaid.
I look at him late thirties, early forties, stunning. Clean cut, though with a stubble pattern along his face. Sharp cheekbone. Tall, lean and suddenly frightening.