Chapter 21. Filthy Whore

I gripped my towel tighter to my body like it would fall if I left it.

Which it would.

“What are you doing here?” I said, the shock in my voice evident.

His lingering gaze traveled down to my body, igniting a sensation that made my core ache more than it thought it could.

“Your moans could be heard all over the house.”

My cheeks burned, as a strong wave of embarrassment washed over me, and suddenly I wished the ground would just swallow me up and spit me into an active volcano.

So I had been that loud.

“I-I’m fine,” I croaked out, my voice giving me away, “You can leave now; I'm not clothed.”

His eyes narrowed into slits, “I’ll leave when I want. It's my house.”

I felt anger surge through me. So he had no plans of leaving even though I was practically naked.

Just when I thought he couldn’t be more of a jerk, he proved me wrong.

“You’re nothing close to being a gentleman,” I bit out and I watched his eyes darken.

I took