"Freaking crazy Charles," Kaija cursed, making her way to the Performance Building.
After burying himself deep inside her all night, until just half an hour ago, Charles had claimed her lips for another ten minutes before he left her flat.
She almost thought the man would start another session with her during that kiss. But after whispering softly, "I'm sorry," one last time over her lips, he'd forced himself out the door, leaving her standing stunned with her intimate place already wet again, heart pounding heavily with anger and sorrow both.
When she got inside the dance studio, two figures were already inside the room. One was Antony, the other person was a girl about her age.
The girl's features were particularly striking. She had her curly hair dyed the color of bright orange, her eyes a light blue like topaz, just a shade lighter than Kaija's.
