Ariana's POV

I stared at him with wide eyes, my hands desperately clutching onto his as he tried to pull off my towel.

"Please, don't," I pleaded, fear coursing through my veins. I couldn't bear the thought of being naked in front of this stranger.

"Let go of my hands," he commanded in a cold tone, but I refused to release my grip.

"I can bathe myself, I swear. I minute, please...." I begged for a moment to bathe myself, hoping to salvage some dignity.

"There's no point in hiding your body from me, Ariana," he remarked before letting go of my towel and walking away.

I felt humiliated, my...