Chapter 169

Selena’s POV My heart raced, not because the distance affects me, but because of anger. The person I hate the most is standing in front of me, seducing me like it affects me. The cold air of his condo pressed against my skin. Maybe it was the same chill that lived in his eyes whenever he smiled while watching me intensely, and I could see satisfaction in it because of my reaction. It was like he was waiting for that certain reaction, and he’s enjoying it on my face. My fists curled instinctively, though my mind screamed for restraint. And then, his face contorted in pain when I punched his stomach while he was busy enjoying my reaction. “Argh!” He groaned in pain and was forced to step back from me. He crouched, and looked at me. He was still groaning, but why do I feel like this bastard is just playing with me? “Is your hand made of steel?” He coughed. “Damn! That was a nice blow.” I glared at him. “I did not come here to play fling with you, Westwood. I came here to talk about your o