Chapter 40

• Samuel’s pissed-off face was wrenched into a snarl as he shot daggers at me. I could nearly feel them, ready to faint in fear.
• “I guess I entered the wrong door.” I lifted a shoulder with a smirk. “But every wrong choice we make helps us learn something valuable.” I scrolled through my phone, confirming the photos were not blurry this time, and showed them to Samuel.
• In the blink of an eye, his hand was grasping my hair, and I was shoved to the wall, squeezed between it and his disgusting body. His breath fanned my exposed neck as he pulled my hair even more. I gritted my teeth and swallowed the whimper that begged me for release.