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Suddenly, a light went on and she gasped, looking up in shock at Eric’s sneering face.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Faith?”
Faith tensed. Fuck. She tried very hard not to be on her own with Eric. It made her feel terrible, but she honestly felt nauseous around him. She always had.
She’d tried to tell Cammie once before they’d gotten married. It was the only real fight she’d ever had with her friend. Cammie had accused her of being jealous.
Faith had never said another word against Eric.
But there was something wrong with him.
“You’re not to use this entrance. This isn’t your house, Faith. You’re supposed to stay in the fucking basement. Bad enough I have to have you in my house, but I shouldn’t have to actually fucking see you.”
Faith stood but had to lean heavily against the door to keep herself standing.
Why did she stay here? Oh, yeah, because the rent was cheap, and in a decent neighborhood. She had some money saved up, but everywhere she could afford was dodgy.
“I’m sorry, Eric.”
“Sorry, that’s all I ever hear from you. You’re always sorry after the fact.” He stormed over to her. Where was Cammie? Was she all right? Was she sleeping through all of this?
To her shock, he reached out and grabbed hold of her arm. His hold was so tight that she let out a gasp of pain.
“Shut up,” he said to her. “You’ve already caused enough issues, you don’t need to be waking up Cammie too.”
“S-sorry,” she said.
“What are you doing getting in this late, anyway?” he asked, staring at her.
God, she hated the way he looked at her. As though he hated her.
“I was w-working.”
“Working, right.” He scoffed. “Working at what? You been whoring this tight little body out, Faith?” He shook her, and she whimpered.
What the hell was happening? What was wrong with him?
“I’m not a whore. It was the storm. It knocked out the electricity to our building.”
“Likely story.” He dragged her closer, and his putrid breath hit her, making her stomach roll.
God, how did Cammie stand to sleep next to this man? Kiss him? Touch him?
Sure, he might seem nice-looking—if you didn’t know him. But to her, he was monstrously ugly.
“You’ve been whoring yourself out, haven’t you, Faith?” He shook her again, slamming her into the door. “What would your family say? Huh? You know what . . . since they’re not here, I guess it’s up to me to teach you the error of your ways. Would you like me to do that, Faith?”
“N-no. Stay away from me.”
She tried to shove him, but Eric was a big guy.
Plus, he was mean.
All things that were not working in her favor.
“Eric?”
Faith tensed as she heard Cammie call out. Eric glared down at her.
