บททั้งหมดของ Wet Nights : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Shemika.I sat back as he stepped back into the room and returned to sit on the stool before me, his eyes locking into mine again, but I instantly blinked my face away.The room suddenly fell into silence, just Bishop staring at me as if he'd devour me raw right away.I was becoming uncomfortable because his stare has this way of scaring shit out of me.I just wanted him to stand up and leave because I'm not ready to entertain his concern right now.After a good moment of silent conversation, his lips finally parted to speak, "Shemika, about what Dom did..." He wasn't done talking when I cut him off mid-sentence."Don't... don't pretend you're sorry because you've never been sorry." I spat angrily, my eyes wide open on him."I didn't say I was gonna apologize," He growled back, a proud ugly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.I smirked my lips, "Of course you didn't," I snapped, my voice trembling with rage."Shemika, you think I was the one that asked Dom to lock you up in the b

Bishop"It was serious...I almost died." I explained truthfully, my eyes still on the road."You know I'm irritated by your lies...stop lying to me, Bishop. Imagine, an iron bender, bullet dodger, and knife concealer is telling me he almost died. You don't die, Bishop, that's the truth. With what I've seen so far, you don't die, so why lie to me about being in the hospital for a good three days?" Mary continued to nag, she wouldn't believe me, I know."I'm not lying." I mumbled softly, my voice was surprisingly still calm and collected, I didn't even flinch or act affected by her constant nagging."You always have excuses, Bishop." She blurted again, still not giving up. "Were you rolling around with that slut?" She snapped, her lips curling into a deadly smirk.I didn't say anything afterwards, I allowed her to say whatever she felt like. My hands tightened around the steering wheel, driving really fast as if the cops were after us. I just couldn't wait to get home and get the fuck o

ShemikaIt's a new day again, a day to do things right. No trouble—just handle clients and cash out.I was just entering the club when I sighted Bishop strolling towards me in the hallway. I cursed underneath my breath as I searched for a corner to hide myself, I don't want to face him yet.There was nowhere to hide and he seemed to have caught sight of me already so there's no reason to hide anymore.I was halfway to the main room when Bishop suddenly stopped at my front, blocking my path. "Why are you here?" He asked, his voice low but sharp.I furrowed my brows, shocked why he'd asked such an irresponsible question, "I'm here to work, obviously." I snapped."You need to rest. You're not working today, go home and recover fully." Bishop blurted, his expression unreadable.I smirked my tongue playfully, "I'm already here, so I'm working. I'm fine, thank you." I tried to act cool but my expression was still giving that stubborn vibes, I know.Bishop secured his hands inside his pocket

Shemika"I hate this." I screamed, and my voice echoed through the room.A knock suddenly came on the door and I immediately jolted up, "Who's that?" I mumbled, holding tight onto the edge of the table before me.I was expecting a response but I didn't get any, instead the person opened the door from the outside and the door slowly creaked open, revealing Dom's full body.The moment I saw him, I hissed silently and turned away, facing the mirror before."Bishop asked me to drop this with you." Dom uttered, gently placing the shopping bag on my bed."What is it?" I asked, still not looking towards him."I think it's your dress, the one you'll wear to the event with him. Everything you need is right there inside the bag." Dom explained calmly.I immediately leaned forward and glanced at Dom through the mirror, "Are you serious?" I asked, smiling almost too happily."You can check it." He murmured.I let out a soft smile and hurried to the bag. I couldn't believe the tag I saw on the ba

ShemikaI noticed he was damn serious and angry so I immediately apologized, lowering my head not to meet his eyes, "I'm sorry, I slept off." I confessed truthfully.He sighed and wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel, then he leaned his head on it, "Do you just enjoy looking for my trouble or testing my patience so I could lose it on you?" He bawled, his voice was still low. This was the first time Bishop was this firm with his words, he's really angry right now and it made my heart skip.Despite how rebellious his voice sounded, he was still calm and collected, he's dangerously too gentle for someone complaining bitterly about something. I was becoming scared alreat and my hands are beginning to tremble."I... I'm sorry." I apologized again, scared and terrified.He leaned back and lifted his head up, then he looked at me for the first time since he stepped into the car. The moment his eyes fell on me, his mouth suddenly dropped open, "Oh, I see why you're late." He slurred,