CHAP 9

"M-Mr. Revelar..." I stuttered as we entered his condo unit. "We left m-my car,” I hesitated.

He didn't answer and just glared at me.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked flatly.

Involuntarily, I raised my eyebrows in wonder at what he was referring to.

Is it my foot?

He lazily ran his fingers through his hair and tilted his gaze down to my...

Eh?

My face turned red when I realized his question. He's asking for my cherry's condition!

I swallowed and was confused about what to answer. Should I lie?

But before I could say anything, he quickly came to me and snaked his strong arms.

"I-I just got better," I reminded him stuttering.

He seemed to be deaf and only walked straight to his room. I was able to recall every detail of my brief stay at his condo, including the kitchen, the restroom, the guest room where he used to stay, and so on.

I shrieked when he threw me on his bed. That was followed by him simply pulling on his necktie—angry and running out of patience. I swallowed hard as he starte