Chapter 40
Tasha’s POV I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself tightly in a towel as I made my way to my bedroom. I involuntarily let out a scream as my eyes met with Johnson’s seated figure. He quickly stood up and held his hands up in a manner that was expected to calm me down. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" I exclaimed as I tried to subtly make my way towards the door. However, before I could even move an inch his arms wounded themselves around my wet form and held me in place. I tried to squirm out of his tight grip but it was all in vain. "Tasha," he called softly. “Tasha...please." A soft whimpering sound travelled to my ears and shook me to my core. It was as if time stood completely still. Not even the wind could be heard anymore. Everything stood still as if to wit
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