She felt her heart clenching hard but kept her mouth shut. Rafael knew and that meant he knew where she was today.
“Rented? He owns this fucking building. The man’s too rich to rent an apartment.” Abigail scoffed.
Rafael’s jaw ticked.
Anna flipped himoff and looked at Amara fidgeting on the couch. Her eyes moved to the front of Amara’sdress.
“Where were you, Amara? With the paint on your clothes?” Amara swallowed feeling three pairs of eyes on her. She felt like she was being interrogated.
Feeling like a mute, she swallowed hard and tried to find her words.
Talking about Kaelith suddenly made her remember everything he did to her. From his touches to his kisses. Her skin heated, and a warm blush crept all over her neck and ears. Her heart started fluttering and the butterflies in her stomach started dancing.
She cleared her throat and found her voice.“I… I just spilt the paint on myself while I was…while I was…painting…and—” she stammered not knowing what she was saying.
Anna’s phone rang and she stiffened. Amara was thankful that God saved her from this humiliating situation.
Anna stood up, the short leather skirt reaching her mid-thigh making her long legs seem more toned and sexier. Amara felt ashamed of herself and couldn’t help but compile herself with her. She watched as Anna gracefully turned around and her long hair moved like a waterfall.
“Oh. It’s Dad. I’ll be back in a moment.” She excused herself. Amara was watching Anna move to the balcony when Abigail took an opposite to Amara.
Amara felt her breathing quickened when she saw Rafael storming towards her. Before she could react, he was leaning down and grabbed her arm harshly.
“Where were you?” He seethed. His eyes screamed with pure red-hot rage. Amara felt her breath hitching as she heard Abigail’s snickers. Mocking and taunting. She felt so ashamed that Rafael was manhandling her in front of Abigail.
“I..” she stuttered.
Rafael cupped her cheeks and pinched them together angrily as her eyes started watering. “Don’t bother lying. I’ll deal with you later.”
He growled lowly his hold causing her pain as she hissed.
Amara’s eyes watered as she shrieked on the couch Rafael glared at her for a moment before pushing her away and walking towards the kitchen.
Amara whimpered holding her arm where Rafael gripped her. Tears rolled down her eyes as she felt Abigail’s scrutinized gaze accessing her. He didn’t stop Rafael from hurting her, instead, he looked amused and satisfied.
Not being able to handle the humiliation, she stood on her trembling legs and rushed towardsher room wiping her cheeks harshly.
Just as she was about to close the door, she felt someone laughing at the door from outside and the impact sent her stumbling back.
Amara felt her world stopping. Her hands startled trembling and breathing shortening. Abigail entered the room and closed the door behind him.
“W-What are you doing?” Amara panicked as she took a step back. Her eyes darted around in search of anything to use as a weapon but couldn’t find any. Abigail smirked placing his fingers on his lips.
“Shh… you wouldn’t like your husband to know now, would you?” He shook his head in a teasing manner taking a step towards her.
Before Amara could run, he grabbed her by the waist and pinned her against the door.
“Let go!” Amara cried. He pressed his body against hers and nuzzled her neck. Amara felt disgusted as he blew on her skin.
“Shit, you still taste so sweet like honey. God! How can I survive without having a lick?” He moaned making her thrash in utter panic and unease. His touch made her skin crawl.
“Let go!” She struggled hoping someone outside would hear her pleas.
Abigail pushed her hair aside and kissed her neck sloppily. She shuddered distancing herself from his disgusting touch.
“There, there. Calm down. I won’t do anything, for now. Have a sweet time with your husband and his brother. And when they’ll both kill each other, I’ll have you all to myself.” He soothed her hair back and stepped back leaving her trembling against the door. She looked startled and confused at him as he wiped his lips with his thumb.
“W-What?” She stammered as he opened the door and winked at her.
