I growled punching the wall nearby as I referred to the shirt sticking to my body.
"You told me earlier that I'm a slut, huh? Then you know what, you're a freaking man who*re, worse than me, at least I don't take advantage of unconscious people just to soothe my eyes"
I continued as I punched the wall harder while he looked down at me, his amusement long gone and replaced with a cold face and hatred all over it. I was so frustrated and done with his nonsense behavior.
I was about to yell at him again when he suddenly, within a blink of an eye, I found myself pressed against the wall and him standing in the place where I was standing, dominating the situation seconds earlier.
Now he's the one intimidating me.
"I hate you!" I hissed in utter anger and annoyance.
"The feeling's mutual except for the fact that I do more", he brushed off the topic with an unexplainable handsome yet stony face.
