Ericka's point of view...
"Sir...that wasn't me...I was...I was trapped...I was drugged....I didn't mean to offend you. I don't even know how I ended up here...Please believe me..." Though I controlled myself not to cry, my voice still trembled and betrayed me and I literally can't help it.
My eyes were shut and I braced myself to whatever method he would use to lash out.
However, nothing came out. I waited for his response or at least a grunt from him but honestly, he didn't respond at all.
For a moment, I thought I was alone in that room. Slowly, I opened my eyes to peek at him and was stunned.
He sat up, yawning and my eyes met with his well defined muscular chest. I gaped at him for a minute. Strangely I felt my throat drying up. I have seen many men before, not in orher way around but in telivision etc. But this was the first time that I saw a man so handsome, standing right in front of me.
I gulped down awkwardly and slowly lifted my gaze up only to meet his narro
