Chapter 11. Don't Cry

Ivanna Pov's 

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"I didn't know you're debauchee along with half-wit" I snarled, realising my hand from Christian's grip.

"I gave you a beautiful nickname, butterfly and in return what you called me debauchee" He muttered and pulled me closer to him, holding my waist. I looked at his hand on my waist and then him. He was a few inches away from me.

"Men become debauchees when it comes to their women. They forget all the limits and want to cherish every part of the women they love and I'm one of those men," he said, looking into my eyes. His words were enough to increase my heartbeat to ten times. He lovingly removed the strands of hair which are coming on my face and locked them behind my ear. He was staring at me and the way he was doing it was driving me insane. I kept my hand on his chest and pushed him away.

"I told you to stay away from me. This closeness... You.. Your words are driving me crazy." I muttered and kept my hand on my chest to feel my hear