Cynthia Dion:
"Open the door!" He rattled the doorknob forcefully, struggling to unlock it. He was determined to get inside, but I could hear my heart pounding louder than his attempts. My nightgown, which barely covered my thighs, was clutched tightly at the bottom.
I hadn't expected him to spend the night in my room.
I tried to shift away quietly, hoping he would think I was asleep, but he was too intoxicated to think rationally. His sole objective was to break the door down and enter, regardless of whether he woke up the entire mansion.
I began to worry more than usual when a brief moment of silence filled the room. He was probably searching for his keys in his pocket when I heard the sound of keys jingling.
I watched him enter with an angry expression after successfully unlocking
