~Bella's POV
I stood frozen in my small room, my hand gripping the doorknob as I stared at the man in front of me. His appearance screamed trouble—his shirt was half-untucked, his hair disheveled, and his eyes bloodshot. The overpowering stench of alcohol wafting off him made my stomach churn. He stumbled slightly, leaning against the doorframe as though it was the only thing keeping him upright. His gaze fixed on me, and my pulse quickened.
"Hey, you!" he barked, his voice loud and slurred, each word tumbling out carelessly. "I want you tonight. Get ready."
His face twisted in frustration, his drunken demeanor shifting to something darker. He staggered forward, his movements clumsy but determined. "You don't have a choice," he sneered, his words venomous. "I'm paying, and I want you. Now."
