~CHAPTER 27~
"You're sorry?" He growled, using his free hand to grab my face. "So you really are a prostitute, apologizing for what?" His grip was crushing and so was his words making my jaw and heart ache.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Why did he care? I tried to push him away, but he swished me more.
Slamming me against the wall, making the water in the glass I was holding fall to the floor with a loud splash, the glass falling down too.
"No...no," I stared back up at him in horror. His face was twisted into a snarl. He looked like he'd lost all grip on reality. His calm and collected face wasn't there, he looks insane, has he lost his damned mind?
"I'm sorry for not staying in my room. But Miss Stella is very ill, and she needs my assistance right now." My words tumbled out, frantically rushing it out as he continued to squeeze me, my face throbbing with pain, it was definitely getting a new bruise.
