CHAPTER FORTY SIX

"you are not going anywhere. Okay, Angel?," he growls softly in my ears but I do not stop thrashing around.

He holds my chest with his arm and his other arm snakes around my waist, " why are you doing this is me? What wrong did I do?" he smells alluring and comforting at the same time.

My senses start to calm down because of being in his hold, cause of his touch. I grew more angry, " I said fucking let me go Ros Miller."

There I said he fucking wanted me to acknowledge his existence, and that is exactly what I did. He was not the thing that was getting on my nerves right now, it was my own chain of thoughts that was disturbing me.

It was because I had not claimed him as mine when the time was right so I was no one to snarl or get angry with whatever he did with his love life, whether he fucked or someone else. I was a fucking loser at that time.

The worst thing is I couldn't do a single thing about it now.

He shifts our bodies in completely different positions, so now he could lo