Chapter 78

Shantelle’s POV

With one hand on my waist, keeping me in place, he slid the zipper of my outfit down until my back was exposed. His body was so close that I could feel his body heat against mine.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Helping you,” he said as he lowered the sleeves on my jumpsuit down my arms, and for some reason, I assisted him and let them fall off, only to brace myself against the wall again, this time with my breasts exposed since I wasn’t wearing a bra. He slid his hands along my bare sides and then pushed my jumpsuit down the rest of the way, leaving me in only my thong.

I squeezed my eyes shut, telling myself I knew what he was doing. He was trying to get back at me for what I did after he told me not to call him ‘fart face.’

It was clear as day. The easy thing to do would have been to tell him that I wanted to leave, to turn around and put space between us. But I couldn’t seem to open my mouth, and I couldn’t seem to find it wit