Angie can only curse on her mind when he holds her and kisses her deeply. 'Damn! What's his problem?! Hasn't he had enough?'
The next thing she knew was his hands exploring her body, Angie did not struggle though since she knew there's nothing she can do.
Letting him do what he wants, Angie remained indifferent towards his ministrations until she couldn't help but respond and moan.
When they reached the end, he stopped. Her weak legs were trembling but she didn't say anything.
The man gave her a gentle kiss before he let go of her and took a shower while Angie who was feeling weak was leaning her back on the cold bathroom wall to support her body.
When he was done, he left her alone without saying a word.
"F*cking Bastard!" Angie blurted out under her breath. "Don't give me an opportunity to remove your beloved little brother!"
Angie took a deep breath and started taking a shower. When she was done, she found her clothes on the sofa next to the bed.
Her curiosity about how she ended up with him in the room came to her mind after seeing the clothes she wore last night were neatly folded on the sofa.
In the end, Angie wore her clothes again and went out of the bedroom to find her mobile phone and long sleeves.
"So that's what you wore last night? No wonder someone tried to put a drug on your drinks." The man coldly said right after seeing Angie coming out of the bedroom.
She was wearing fitted low-waist jeans that revealed the perfect shape of her hips.
Her dragon tattoo that looked like a belt on her thin waist was exposed due to her fitted sleeveless crop top shirt which did nothing to hide all the marks he left on her body.
The most eye-catching was her left arm with a full sleeve colored tattoo; A red soaring phoenix with its tail ended with four season designs; A sakura flowers, snowflakes, maple leaves, and a dandelion that ended on her fingers.
Not just that, but she has a small dotted tattoo, forming like a flower on her right neck and a name below her left collarbone while there's two red rose tattoos with a butterfly below the right side of her collarbone that reaches her upper chest.
Having those beautiful tattoos coupled with her sharp-looking eyes that made her look cool and a bit aggressive, was enticing enough to make someone drool all over her.
Particularly her normal expression that looked serious and had a domineering aura, was sufficient to gain temptation to any man, dreaming to make her fall into their palm and make her cry under their body.
Accompanied by her long hair tied up in a ponytail, the way she stood was steady and her movements made her look more like she's someone from the military especially now that she's wearing her black boots.
Nevertheless, he didn't get a response from Angie. She acted like she didn't hear anything while she looked around, behaving like she's looking for something.
It didn't take too long when Angie stopped next to the sofa and picked up a white sweatshirt. When she was about to wear it, the man who supposedly was standing next to the window, suddenly appeared next to her and grabbed her arm.
Before Angie could say anything, the man handed her a paper bag of new clothes. But when she took a glance, she couldn't be mistaken. It was a dress!
Her brows knitted in dismay but before she could speak, the man firmly said. "Wear it, or I won't let you get out of this room."
"I don't wear those girly clothes!" Angie coldly blurted with annoyance in her voice.
She was completely pissed off while the man was getting on her nerves. Angie forcefully pulls her arm away from his grasp as she ignores the bag in the man's hand.
The man didn't say anything aside from intently staring at her.
Angie was about to turn when a familiar ring tone suddenly rang on her ears. She can't be mistaken, that was her phone! She looked around and saw it on a mini table.
After picking up the phone, Angie's eyes widened to see who was calling.
She instantly answered the call. "Anna, did you get home safely? That's good then… Hmmm… I'm alright.. I'll explain later."
Angie ended the call, but she did not expect a strong arm to hook her waist and to be carried on the man's shoulder like a sack of rice.
The man took her towards the bedroom before she could struggle. When he let her down, "You already used those clothes last night."
"So what? It's none of your business. I don't want to owe you anything!" Angie coldly uttered with a dark expression on her face.
She looked at him with a narrowed eye and noticed the man's cold face. Her heart skipped a beat.