CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
**OLIVER WEST**
There was no difference, if I called him husband, there was no way I was going to live because I was going to throw myself off the roof.
It was death all the same.
"As you wish them," Kieran's smirk was diabolical and I was suddenly overwhelmed with panic.
This Lunatic, what if he actually went ahead with it?
A sharp knock on the door shattered the moment like glass. My head snapped in the direction hopefully.
Who could my savior be?
"Kieran? Oliver?" Mrs. Morrison's voice called from the hallway.
I gazed at Kieran, expecting him to instantly let go of me, but he didn't. His mom was just outside and his hand was still inside my pants.
"Oliver, your mother is on the phone." Kieran's mom called out again.
Kieran's entire body went rigid against mine, and he let out a long string of curses under his breath.
"Kieran, let go!" I winced, the arms that had been holding me possessively just seconds ago suddenly felt like steel traps.
