Chapter 90

Rip—my shirt’s top buttons were suddenly yanked off by him. One even bounced and skittered across the floor. A sharp chill hit me, my shoulder and collarbone totally exposed. My heart dropped to my stomach the moment I realized his intention. My pupils shrank. “Mmm-mmm (Let me go)…” Ronald did let go—but his usually neat and refined face was smeared with blood, even his lips were stained bright red, which gave his whole look an eerie edge. His dark eyes glared at me, full of rage. One of his long, bony hands slipped under my shirt, with a terrible, taunting intent. “Anywhere I’ve touched... did he touch too?” That question was pure humiliation. I was shaking with fury. I reached out to grab something off his desk to smash over his head. “Ronald, I swear I’ll kill you!” But he caught my wrist in a flash, eyes ice-cold. “I asked you a question.” “No, Jordan was never as disgusting, filthy, or perverted as you!” I must’ve completely lost it. I yanked my hand free, scrambled off him, and s