Kimberly
My feet halted midway as I heard what he said.
Stay there with him? What was that supposed to mean? Why would Kendrick ask me to stay in his room with him? What was he planning to do with me?
My mind replayed all he did to me in the past few hours, and my heart raced in my chest.
Could it be that he was planning on doing more of that....?
No. He mustn't!
I still haven't recovered from the s****l torture. I can't let him do that again, yet I couldn't dare to stop him. I could only pray against it.
"Stay here?" I voiced my thoughts.
"You don't want to?" He queried as he took a seat.
His shirt was left loose with some of the buttons undone. His brows furrowed as he lit another cigarette.
"No...." I waved my hands in denial. "I was just wondering if....."
"It's fine,
