Thirty two

Chapter Thirty-Two

Why has Xander decided to be a monster? Or has he always been one?

"Dinner will be served soon," he said and left the room shirtless. I wanted to follow him and nag him until he comes clean but my body felt weak and my eyes were shutting voluntarily.

I fell back on the bed and slowly shut my eyes, maybe I should let my body rest. But Xander is no doubt a dick.

After hours I opened my eyes and this time it was easy, my body didn't feel heavy either but I was hungry.

My nose picked up an aroma and my eyes scanned the room, and it lay on a perfectly placed dish.

I kicked the duvet and rushed to the couch, picked up the spoon, and started shoving the food down my throat.

After a few minutes, the door was opened and Xander walked in, he took a sit beside me.

"You are going to choke," he said and picked up a bottle of water. "Here," he handed it over to me after opening it but I ignored him.

"Don't be stubborn," he warned and forcefully shove the bottle in my hand. I gu