A M E L I A

“Marry me, sweetheart.”

The moment he lets those words out, Aleyna’s face pales, all the colours drain from her eyes and for a moment I think her soul has escaped out of her body, leaving her lifeless in front of the man who stares at her with something dangerous lingering in his eyes. 

If it wasn’t for the subtle shaking of her lips, palms and legs, I’d have thought she just died standing as soon as the words registered themselves in her head. 

Before I can react and put some distance between the two, to protect my assistant from his scrutinising gaze, Leyna is quick to react. She draws a deep breath in, the life returning back to her cells, and I can notice pure fear dancing on her face, as if those words have triggered a part inside her. 

What? I have no idea.