KEHLANI'S POV
He dropped the bowl of soup beside me. I pushed myself into a sitting position.
My whole body ached from the whipping.
"Thank you," I told him, picking the soup. Just as I was about to take a spoonful, his next words made me choke.
"Do you think acting weak and pathetic will get you the attention you're seeking?" He asked.
I looked at him in disbelief.
"You think I'm acting to get your attention?"
What is wrong with this man? Just who does he think he is?
"I didn't specify whose attention you were trying to get," he said grimly.
I dropped his bowl of soup, just incase it was the reason for the unnecessary insult.
"I won't always be there to save you. I have better things to focus on..."
"I didn't ask you to save me! If it's such a bother to you, then, maybe yo
