Angel’s POV

(Night)

A cold hand slid across my thigh. I jerked up from sleep to see a male figure half dressed, the button of his shirts popped out in the open and he was on nothing but boxer briefs.

“Simon,” I drag my thighs together strongly, my hands covering my exposed shoulders dressed in a night wear he provided.

“Open your legs and it’ll be over.” He cooed his hands trying to stroke my thighs again. I slap his hands off pushing my body away from him but he invaded every space till I was backed in a little corner.

“No.”

“What do you mean no?” An angry line...