282 Friends With Benefit Than F*ck Buddies

He read her like an open book and deciphered her like she was his own dialect. He smirked and motioned with his forefinger to the square box resting in the jewelry box.

She stared at him intently for a while not making a move to open the square box. She was almost afraid to see what was so worthy that it was exclusive enough among these jewels.

Taking it in her hand, she turned it in all the sides possible, for a very small box it carried weight which would be the case for pearl in the shell too. Giving him one final glance as a chance to retrieve it back, she opened it.

She gasped and threw it back in the rectangular box. She opened and closed her mouth trying to utter a word of denial or approval. The context of her speech will hardly have insignificance at this point.

She shook her head and glared at the box as if it was the Pandora's box in her life containing all the evil, "What..."