“I believe we need to talk.”
I looked at him, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I really didn’t want to be in this situation with him or I’d end up getting a heart attack. Moving to his right again, I whispered, “I don’t want to do this right now, Ovie.”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned my body to face him again. Taking hold of my things, he threw them in a corner of his room and, not wasting a second, he dragged me to his bed before pushing me down onto it and hovering his body above mine.
“We have a lot to talk about.” He grunted again as he locked eye contact with me. I tried to look away but he used one of his hands to keep my face in place.
Sighing in resignation, I let out “Okay, what do you want?”
“Didn’t you see the birthday text I sent you?” He asked, not leaving
