In fact, the only thing that can distract me from the sight of her wearing her clothes like a second skin is the shocked and confused expression that steadily spreads across her face as she gapes at me in disbelief.
Actually, terror. Complete and utter terror.
I absolutely love it.
I love it because it’s exactly what I wanted—exactly how I pictured seeing Olivia Nolan, the woman who walked out of my life years ago with ten thousand dollars, my virginity, and my undivided attention. It’s exactly the expression I wanted to see on her face after so long. It’s exactly what I’ve planned for—what I’ve worked for.
And now, I’m about to make her life a living hell.