Chapter 20

2. Hostage Of The Mysterious Hunk

Ciara found her trembling legs stepping backward as her neck muscles ached from looking up at his well-sculpted face, like a freshly carved Greek god that fell from heaven.

Holy cow! Now she knew why he always shadowed his face in hoodies: because GQ magazine might just kidnap him just for a feature on their cover.

However, his expression was icy and unsmiling, and for a second she wished he'd just snap her neck out of anger rather than the perilous calmness and composure he exuded.

“Um, I'm Cee, your next-door neighbor.” She introduced herself, flashing a bigger grin than necessary.

But the hardness in his gaze only switched to a poker expression that made her skin crawl in dread.

Due to the extreme focus she had on his face, she didn't realize when her back slammed against the brick walls of his apartment that the force made her wince.

Meanwhile, his height dwarfed her presence as they now s