Chapter 66

Despite being faced with a bad boy as Oliver, Ciara was heady to do his bidding.

She breathed hard as a mountain climber ascending the steep hill and by any slightest chance that her eyes got she would look for escape.

Her entire body was already to the wall and that alone hampered her from taking any action.

“Ok you wouldn’t obey me, right,” Oliver uttered in grief, grinned hugely, and stretched his hand to his jean. With a single pull from his pocket, his hand came out with a jack knife belt, as he armed himself to lash at her.

“You have no right to use that on me. I don’t belong to you anymore and it is my choice to make not yours. If you dare lay your filthy hand on me consider yourself a dead man,” she shrieked pointing her finger at him.

“I am already a dead man, oh yes I am, Ciara,” he roared, “You think I am a weakling for letting you fall for that gold-digger of your lover called Brian,” he roared, surging closer in calculative step. “I own you. I alone can decide your fat