FIFTY

ALEXA’S POV

“What are you doing? Leave me!”. I said as I struggled even more.

He ignored not only my protests but my struggles as well. And once we were in his room he backed me against a wall once and leaned into me so we were mere inches apart. To say the whole situation was unnerving would be an understatement, but the proximity, to say it was alluring would be a bigger understatement.

“You have two options, Alexa, take it off or I rip it off”. He said to me.

And for some reason a sweet surge shot to my core and rippled through the pit of my stomach. I panted heavily as I stared up at him with tears still streaking down my cheeks.

“Why….why are you being so mean?”. I asked him.

“You’re making me be like this”. He answered.

I sniffled quietly as I deliberated on what to do, was I to let down my pride and do as he said or was I to push him to his limits and test his savagery? A lump formed in my throat and the pit of my stomach begun hitting up as I thought about the latter, fo