Chapter 70

Schuyler's P. O. V.

“Hey, wake up!” I felt someone tapping my cheek. “Wake up, Schuyler! Fuck! Wake up!”

I slowly opened my eyes and could feel the tears forming in my eyes. My cheeks felt wet as well and I quickly wiped it as I sat on the bed. It's already dark outside when I glanced at the window and the person who's waking me was Marisse. She was grimacing as she looked at me from head to toe.

“You looked like them,” Marisse said in a noticeable tone.

I lifted my gaze at her in confusion. “What?”

“Them—You know, the women he dumped before.” A smirk slowly formed in his lips. “He often bring them here—And it might be a coincidence or whatever the fuck you call it, but Ezekiel would bed them right in this room, and dumped them out of his life.”

She turned her back on me and didn't wait for me to respond anymore when she left the bedroom. My eyes widened in shock and as fast as I could, I stood up with disgust in my eyes and stared at the bedroom.

Nothing is here, there's no amenities