THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 61 – 70
LOFT, 7:40PM*
Emory’s car arrived with a loud screech, and she didn’t even wait a minute before bolting out
She was already storming in when her eyes caught the wall where she wrote MOTHERFÛCKER the other time.
After his threat, she really came to wipe it, but now she’s regretting ever coming to do it.
If she had a spray paint right now, she’d redo it over and over again.
Nevertheless, she rushed in, and as expected, she met darkness.
Either he’s a demon like she’s suspecting or he’s obsessed with darkness cos it’s not fuçking normal for a human to love black this much.
She turned on her phone light and walked fast to the switch, turning on the lights, but he’s not in the center like the other time.
“Levi!” She shouted, but only the echo of her own faint voice returned to her.
Her voice is raspy and low for a reason, she can’t get loud no matter how much she tries.
“Levi!” She tried again, but a growl replied her from behind.
She felt the chills and gulped hard, and her ears moved slowly as she turned around.
From hindsight, she could already see the prints on the body of the creature, and that made her turn faster.
Her eyes widened, and she staggered back, falling on the table behind her.
She held the wooden edges for balance as sweat broke on her palms.
It’s a tiger!
A tiger is right in front of her, looking giant and mighty, licking it’s mouth like it saw an appetizing meal.
Of course it did… she’s darn appetizing, but what the hell is a tiger doing here?
She never went to the zoo before so she only saw tigers on TVs, but right now…
Her sweaty hands slipped from the table, and she fell, landing on her butt to the ground.
“Stay back!” She shouted as the tiger began pawing to her.
“Don’t!!!” She shouted, closing her eyes as it got to her.
The snap of fingers from the rails made the tiger stop, and it looked up to see Levi coming down the metal staircase.
“Hey buddy, back to your cage” Levi ordered, and the tiger matched away immediately, rolling it’s tail behind.
Emory looked up, and embarrassment would be an understatement for what she felt immediately.
Levi has this stoic look on his features as he stood at the stairs, staring at her intently.
She opened her mouth to talk, but then a girl came down the stairs too.
Obviously, she’s a whore.
“Who’s she?” She asked, giving Emory a nasty look.
“Get out” Levi replied, not sparing her another glance.
“But…
He looked at her this time, and that burning gaze is enough to shut her up as she stalked out of the Loft.
“Did you do that to Omar?” Emory asked immediately.
He stayed mute.
“I’m talking to you, Levi. Did you do that to Omar because I kissed him? You ruined his face!” Her fists were folded as she glared at his stupidly handsome face.
THE MALE HATER : CHAPTER 61 – 70
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