Eight

Davis' POV

As I stood in front of her, threatening her with my mere presence, I wondered what the hell I was even doing.

Why was I always looking for an excuse to be this close to her. To feel her trembling beneath me.

Her eyes were firmly shut, the same way they'd been when her asshole excuse of a father had raised his hand on her. Surely, she didn't think I would do something that drastic.

I would never resort to violence, especially not on a woman. There were way simpler, more effective and foolproof ways to get my demands across.

But there was no way I'd tell her that. Her fear amused me and I wouldn't let it go.

"Alright, speak," I said into her ear. I held in a chuckle when she shivered at the sound of my voice.

"I went to pay for my boyfriend's heart surgery," she said and opened her eyes but she didn't look up at me.

Oh.

"Then why didn't you just tell me?" I asked.

"Because you wouldn't let me speak," she breathed out, trying to pull herself free from under me. But I