Chapter Twenty

I was surprised that he knew my full name. The tone of his voice was grave and scary that I actually did stop and I just stared at his angry face.

His grip on my left wrist felt like iron, trapping me, keeping me close without any chance of escape. He took a deep breath as he stared at me.

“I didn’t,” he said in a gentler tone this time. He shook his head slightly. “I would never do that to you.”

“Liar,” I said under my breath.

To my surprise, he actually smiled. “Oh, kitten, I can be many things you accuse me of. But liar and rapist are most definitely not two of them.”

“I woke up without my pants on!” I argued.

“You woke up with your panties still on, didn’t you?” he argued back.

“You took off my pants!” I insisted.

He shook his head. “You did that yourself. As soon as I laid you down on the bed, you stripped off your jacket and pants. Believe me, I thanked God that you stopped there.” He stared at my face gently. He was calm but he also looked genuinely concerned. “How could you a