Chapter 282: Fever
"What else?" He glared at her when he saw her frightened face. "Don’t think too highly of yourself. I’d rather f*ck a prostitute than touch you."
Piper’s heart sank. Why would he say that? What is wrong with her? She doesn’t have infections. Even though she had done it a few times with other guys, she never went without protection and also, she stopped sleeping with men since last year.
"Don’t look at me like that, else I’ll rearrange your face with a slap!" He hissed.
He wished he could raise his hand to her, maybe that would diminish his hatred but no, he’d rather die with this hate than hurt a hair on Piper’s head.
Piper also wished he could hit her so his hatred for her would go away but she knew it was wishful thinking.
She watched him as he took off his trousers. This isn’t the first time she was seeing his great body but each time, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. This isn’t what a sick person like her was supposed to be thinking at this point, but she couldn’t help it.
Brian got into bed to take her clothes off. By now, Piper already knew what he wanted to do, so she didn’t struggle.
Taking her clothes off didn’t take him much time because she wasn’t wearing much to begin with. It was a big white shirt over a high-waist denim bum short that stopped a little below her curvy hips.
Brian was suffering when he was taking off her clothes. If not that it was required to allow a breeze into her body, he wouldn’t have dared to do this.