Rotimi's p.o.v

Who was that?

Her firm nipples pressed against my chest in fear till I could hear her palpating heartbeats. The cold sweat trickled down my forehead though I had favorite hoodie on.

I had heard of stories of haunted houses. The way they sounded scary and weird I could better die than be in one. Her wringing hands grabbed me till I could feel some pain.

It was as if she was trying to force her way through me.

My eyes remained transgixed on the hard mahogany door even as the footsteps dissappeared away into the corridor. I feigned confidence and faked affectionate smiles to please her.

Behind the ribcage my own heart was threating to escape. I steeled myself and remained rooted on the floor.

My wild thoughts, a few heartbeats away, got me lost in my small world. Jacob... That no nonesense guy. Then demigod of all, the one Clemont Hill. The same guy I was about to mess with his property.

I felt like I was a corpse already.

I was risking with my life. The end I olcould only hope it wo