AMBER HEMSWORTH'S POV
I sigh walking in the room wiping my sweaty palms on my pants.
What if Erik gets angry ? What if he beats me like the last time ? What if he r*pes me like the last time ? I can't do through that same pain again.
Tears begin streaming down my cheeks as the door of the bathroom opened revealing Erik.
He looked at me for a second but then walked in as if I didn't even exist. He walks in the closet and comes back wearing a tux.
I gulp looking at his sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones which are shining on his devilish handsome face. But his eyes , they are dead of emotions.
He sits on the bed and begins typing furiously on his phone without even acknowledging my presence once.
" Are you going to change for the dinner or just stand there ?" he asks still stic
