Protected: THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 121 – 130

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 121 – 130

NEXT DAY, CARSON’S MANSON*

It’s a Saturday, so Nina and Rebekah decided to spend all their day here.

They’ve been here since daybreak.

They had to drag Emory out of her room and made sure she ate with them, then they went back to her room after breakfast.

While Nina checked her wardrobe for clothes to steal, Rebekah used her black nail polish.

Sybil is with them too, and she’s chatting with Rain on her phone.

“You like black nail polish too much” Rebekah said.

“Yeah, it’s my best polish color” Emory replied from the bed.

“And did you smoke last night?” Nina asked, taking a look at the ashtray. There are three cigar butts on it.

“Yeah… somehow” Emory replied, checking her phone.

After Levi’s 21st call last night, he didn’t call again, and her overthinking self has been mulling over it.

Basically, she’s at fault for not picking because of Lizzy, but is he supposed to stop calling?

“Are you expecting a call?” Rebekah asked.

“No… just that .. Levi…”

“What’s up about him?” Nina came closer.

Emory told them how she ignored his calls, and Rebekah heaved.

“I understand you, but you realize he did it for you, right? That was the simplest death I’ve ever seen him give someone. We should be thankful he didn’t capture her, he’d have tore out her flesh” she said.

Emory gulped.

“Banks is legit scary” Nina said.

“I swear” Sybil supported.

“But he’s always been there for you, Emz. Are you aware he’s the one who saved you from the freezer?” Rebekah said.

“What! No it was Omar…” Emory shook her head.

“Omar took you out of the freezer, but it was Banks who broke the lock, broke the door and turned off the switch” Rebekah explained, and Emory came down from the bed.

“But he didn’t tell me, he didn’t!”

“He choose not to” Rebekah replied, and Emory went silent.

The girls finally left her at 6pm, and immediately they left, she began trying Levi’s line, but he’s not picking.

She was restless as she tried for the tenth time, and when he’s still not picking, she left the house.

She drove to the Loft and surprisingly, the door is locked.

She pulled the beam switch to announce her presence, but nothing happened still.

She tried his line again, but he’s still not answering.

She stood there hurtfully for almost ten minutes before sitting by the door.

Her knees were propped up, and she wrapped her second hand around it, resting her chin on her jnees.

She was sniffling as she tried his line again and again and again.

The tears finally fell when he didn’t pick the twentieth time, and she buried her face in her knees right there.

She spent almost an hour there, and it was already past 7pm when the door finally opened.

She spranged up, and he finally came to view, his lips pale like the other time at the tub.

His eyes looks soulless, but she doesn’t even mind as she walked fast to him, wiping her tears.

She stood on her toes and held his shirt, jumping up and wrapping her legs on his waist as she gummed herself to him.

Her arms circled his neck, and he smiled slightly before sliding his arm on her waist.

“I shouldn’t have ignored your calls, I’m sorry” she said.

Without replying, Levi’s hand went to her sneakers, and she pulled them off her feet, throwing them off before touching her foot, feeling the warmness.

“Did you eat?” He asked.

“I couldn’t, you weren’t picking my calls and I got scared that you’re mad at me” she muttered, and the small smile appeared on his lips again.

“What would you take?” He asked, going to the center room.

“I’m not hungry” she replied, bringing her hand to his face to caress his beauty mole.

“But I am. I’m fuçking hungry” he replied, and she gulped as she rubbed her ear, not missing the undertone of what he said.

She gasped when he placed her on the table and spread her legs, so her gown pulled to her waist

He stood in the middle of her legs then pulled her to the edge of the table.

Her panty rubbed on his crotch, making her body freeze.

“That’s…that feels good” she said slowly as their eyes bored into each other.

“You know what’ll feel better?” He whispered.

“What?” She made the mistake of asking.

“My tongue inside your tight little pu$$y” he replied, and before she could gasp at it, he impatiently pulled down off her red panty.

“L–evi!” She gripped him.

“Xhen, I prefer Xhen” he replied, pushing her to lie on the table.

THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 121 – 130

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