NINETY NINE

I heard the sound of the door opening but didn't bother checking who it was until a familiar scent of cologne hit my nostrils. I hurriedly sat up from the bed, and there he was, standing beside the door, his eyes hooded. His predatory eyes, remained on me, unwavering with no emotions

I stood up from the bed, moving to where he stood, my eyes pleading for him to trust me. Uncontrollable tears left my eyes when I saw him after so many day.

"You have the audacity to cry in front of me like a victim when you are nothing but a whore." I winced at his words as he shouted at my face.

"If you think for a second that your tears will change anything, then you are wrong. You better save them because I plan on making you suffer," he said, gripping my cheeks with his hand. I was looking at his eyes—the dark orbs that I adored the most, which only had admiration and pride for me once. But now all I could see was anger and hatred in them.

"I hate you, Normani Parker. I loathe your existence. I can't