Chapter Thirty

Jasmine's point of view

The call came before he could lay his hands on me and he excused himself out of the room.

The icky feeling of him being all over me from earlier was still there though.

And when he came back, the expression on his face was enough to make me know that everything was not peachy at the moment.

I picked up my phone, ready to use it as a point of defense if he tried anything.

"What did you do bitch?" He smacked me across the face, "You've ruined everything for me, everything," Another smack before I could escape from the side of the bed.

Holding my cheek, I waved my hand and legs around, satisfied when the phone smacked him hard on the head. And despite the fact that all I had on was a bathrobe, I ran out of that room as fast as I could, grateful for the fact that Mr Warner was too angry to lock the door.

I was almost at the front desk when a man dressed like a spy in a badly written movie held unto my arm, dragging me backwards.

"Help," I managed to shout out befor