chapter 17

"What do you want, Mark?" Barbie yelled, her glare piercing as she confronted him.

Mark remained silent, his eyes lingering on her towel as he smirked. Barbie, sensing his inappropriate gaze, instinctively held her towel tighter.

"Eyes up here, scumbag," she snapped, her frustration evident as Mark licked his lips, unfazed.

"Nah, I prefer to keep it down," Mark admitted casually, leaning on the door with a smirk.

"Please leave, I'm busy," Barbie pleaded, attempting to close the door. However, Mark extended his leg, blocking the door from shutting.

Frowning, Barbie persisted, but Mark pushed the door forcefully, causing her to stumble and her towel to loosen.

"Uhm, I'm sorry," Mark apologized, looking away from the unintended situation.

Barbie, tightening her towel, glared at him with rage. "Get out!" she yelled.

"Calm your voice, babygirl," Mark covered his ears against the intensity of her shout.