CHAP 8

When I finally decided to open the door and come inside, I found him at the living room, sitting on the sofa. He was watching something from the television up until he noticed my presence and turned to look at me with the same cold eyes.

“Faster, bitch. Don’t act like some VIP,” he coldly said.

My eyes blinked in disbelief. That’s it? There were no slapping nor kicks or punches? How come?

Instead of acting like some frozen chunks in front of him, I walked up towards my room and did what he wants. I chose a simple black off-shouldered long sleeve dress from my closet and stared at how it looked like. It was a little over my knees yet it fitted me nicely. I just needed to look presentable from the whole gathering so I didn’t need to put a lot of effort into it. Applying a small amount of powder and lipstick, I quickly went my way downstairs in fear that he may run out of patience.

After ten minutes of preparation, when he saw me from the last step of the staircase, he stood up from his