Mechelle's POV
I couldn't remember how many times he had made me faint, only that every time I woke up, I saw that handsome and imposing face, which, to me, was even scarier than a demon in hell.
I threw back the covers, my naked body covered in irregular "marks." There was no excruciating pain in my private parts like last time; instead, there was a slight coolness.
Glancing at the time, I felt annoyed. I quickly freshened up because I had arranged for Louis Duncan to drive me to school.
The living room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. I walked to the staircase, looking around, but I didn't see Louis Duncan's figure. Instead, I saw Alexander Duncan lounging casually on the sofa, holding a newspaper, seemingly unaware of my presence downstairs. I intended to bypass him and go to the kitchen for food when I suddenly heard a low, seductive voice—