107. Why Do I Hate Her?

Abby’s POV

I laughed at him, which made his face turn bright red. "No, don't touch me," I shake my head and take a step back. He took a step forward and opened the closet door behind me. I gasped as I kept looking at his beautiful eyes. I averted my gaze as soon as his eyes rested on my lips.

"I'm not going to touch you. Of course, I can't force you to make love to me. But I'll make you beg for me," he said with a soft smirk and a gentle touch on my neck. "Do you like it?"

"I thought that you wouldn't touch me!" Then, when I looked at his right hand, I saw a sparkling diamond necklace. I blink slowly and stare at the necklace, and it makes me think about the past, hazy memories, and voices. I pushed him away and sat in the corner, trying to remember something, but nothing.

He got down on his knees in front of me and leaned in to put the necklace around my neck. His hand brushed against my skin, and I felt weird because I loved it. I bent my head down and put my hand on the diamond ne