Chapter 8

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"Suck your money off." I said. I'm super annoyed. I mean not just annoyed but I'm super angry right now.

"I don't usually offer my money for sex. I can fuck whoever I want but I'm offering it to you. Shouldn't you feel honored?" He raised his thick eyebrows.

"Honored my ass! You can give your money to whoever you want, I don't care! Just let me go, I want to go home. Now." The nerve of this man! He is the most conceited person I have ever met.

He lowered his head until his lips is almost touching my ears.

"I can make you feel good in many ways." He whispered and I had goosebumps all over my body as his warm breath fans my neck.

Think straight! Focus! I mean not focus on this tingly feeling but focus on how you can get out from this situation!

"You'll have until the opening of classes." He continued as he take a step backwards.

He freed me at last. I took a deep breath. I didn't know that I was holding it.

He walked towards the bathroom without a word.

"Wait! What do you mean by I have until the opening of classes?" I voiced out my confusion after realizing what he just said.

He didn't answer. He stared at me for a moment and then continued his way to the bathroom.

"How rude can you get!" I shouted, making sure that he hears it.

After a few minutes his all freshed and dressed up. He's wearing a ripped jeans. He didn't even bother to wear a tshirt to cover up his upper body.

I cleared my throat. Does this man know how to be decent in front of a guest? But I won't risk telling him that. All I want is to go home ALIVE.

"What happened last night?And why am I here?" I asked, trying to be more conversational. I was hoping to get an answer this time.

"You've been vomitting and you passed out. Brent offered to take you to his room but I took you to mine instead." He said, not even looking at me.

"Why did you take me to your room? I'm probably better with Brent's." I said. It doesn't make sense. This man has been confusing me. Sometimes he makes me feel like he's angry with me with something I don't know about and then the next he wants me to decorate his bed. He could have let me sleep into Brent's room but he didn't. Why?

He's brows raised.

"Why? What do you think?" His smouldering eyes roam my body. His adams apple moved up and down as his eyes continued it's way to my lips. 

I was just staring back at him unable to think and react.

"You..you're not capable of raping anyone, right?" Do I really have to ask this question? I know I shouldn't. But what do I know about this man. What if he has been planning to chop me into pieces? No one will ever find out that I was with him. My parents nor my friends doesn't know about this crazy job.

I felt horrified. But somehow, deep inside me knew that Ash is not the type of person I'm thinking him to be. I don't know..he's just too gorgeous to be a killer.

I should stop watching too much movies from now on.

"I don't need to force myself to anyone." His jaws flexed as if he's trying to control his anger.

"You'll willingly ask for it, I'm betting on that." He continued with the coldest voice.

I inhaled harshly and counted 1 to 10. I can face the mocking Ash more than a killer Ash so as of now, I need to calm down.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 29, 2019 ⏰

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