Chapter 28: A burning picture
Chapter Twenty Eight
**Oliver West**
That box contained everything... all he’d ever given me over our childhood days. I just hadn’t been able to let go of it. I hadn’t been able to let go of those good memories. I knew I was still living in the past, but it wasn’t as though the present retained any pleasant things for me.
The last time Pumpkin had spilled its contents, I had been careless to store it inside my drawer without locking it up. But who would have thought Kieran Morrison would pay a visit to my house?
"Don’t touch it!" I cried, jerking it away from his hands.
"Haven’t you heard about privacy! You can’t just barge in here and do things!" I yelled out again.
The moment I met that stormy gaze, my newfound courage fled.
I swallowed the large lump that enclosed my throat.
He looked enraged, but I refused to back down. These were still my things. He couldn’t just snoop around, and especially not with this box that was now clenched tightly in my arms.
"You should l-leave," I faltered as I spoke the sentence. He looked even more visibly enraged.
My face paled as he charged toward me, completing the distance between us in just a single stride.
"You seem to be forgetting your position. You have no fucking right to tell me what to do. Don’t forget those nudes of yours are still in my hands."