Angel's POV
(Night)
A cold hand slid across my thigh. I jerked up from sleep to see a male figure half dressed, the button of his shirts popped out in the open and he was on nothing but boxer briefs.
"Simon," I drag my thighs together strongly, my hands covering my exposed shoulders dressed in a night wear he provided.
"Open your legs and it'll be over." He cooed his hands trying to stroke my thighs again. I slap his hands off pushing my body away from him but he invaded every space till I was backed in a little corner.
"No."
"What do you mean no?" An angry line marred his face.
"I won't sleep with you."
"Why won't you sleep with me?" He asked curtly. His body vibrating angrily, the smell of alcohol whipped through my nostrils. I stared at him clearly and saw his
