Anabelle POV
When he finally sets me on my feet, I look around. Holy f**k, this must be his room. When I look back at him, his eyes are looking over me. I swear I see lust, but that can't be. What I'm sure I see is anger swirling in his eyes. It can't be lust after the woman I saw today. "What the hell was that?" He turns grabbing a t-shirt from his nightstand. "Put this on" he says. I can't help the sting of embarrassment that I feel that he hates my body that much.
No, I'm sick of people who hurt me telling me what to do. I throw the shirt at him. "If you don't like my body, then don't look f it. I'm not covering up because I disgust you." This time it's definitely only anger I see in his eyes. He moves toward me like a predator stalks its prey. I back up until my back is against the
