NYLAH
I gulped down the fear and anxiety building within me.
What's the worst that can happen? I shrugged mentally, trying to make the matter a light deal.
'You did nothing wrong Nylah, you only trained with Brian so you can defend yourself and get over the way Xavier treats you.' I tried to convince myself that I didn't do anything out of the ordinary.
Except that wasn't what Xavier's face communicated.
He sat there on the sofa in his lounge, a glass of liquor in his hand as his eyes leered over me.
It would've been a lot better if he screamed at me or told me what I did wrong than keep me standing with a blank expression on his face.
"Are you just going to stand there? Strip and get to work." He ordered, and I was finally able to read his expression.
It was strange to see him feel uncomfortable around me. His usual expression was disgusted towards me, but I didn't see any of that. It seemed like he didn't want me here, and he wanted me at the same time.
