Rhea POV
One side of his face was red and slightly swollen, the clear mark of a slap still fresh on his skin.
He looked really pissed, embarrassed and humiliated. I really loved it when I saw that look on his face.
It gave me a feeling of satisfaction, but that satisfaction didn't come now as I stared back at him. He looked like he wanted to kill me, and the fact that we were alone now reinforced that notion.
"What the f**k are you doing here?" I asked flatly despite the furious thudding inside my chest.
He shut the door behind him harder and necessary and started walking closer to me. I tensed, trying to force myself up, but I felt weak.
The nurses must have dosed me with suppressants.
"I came to see you."
I snorted, my glare trained right at him. "Bullshit."
His eyes fla
