So she knew about me. My chest tightened with rage, my lips curling into a bitter smile. I let go of the doorknob, waiting to hear how Wilbur would respond.
But it seemed like he didn't want to answer until Roxanne pressed again. "I remember Sis Naomi being pretty conservative. Is she as wild in bed as she acts all proper?"
At this moment, Wilbur’s breathing turned heavy. "That's not something you should be asking," he snapped.
Roxanne fell silent momentarily before whining, "Why are you being so mean to me?"
After a beat, his voice dropped into a cold, hard tone. "You don’t get to mention her name. Know your place. Understand?"
With a dissatisfied tone, she could only reply, "Ugh, fine. Just don’t stop."
My blood boiled and my hands trembled as I reached for the door—only to find it locked from the inside.
The inside suddenly fell quiet.
They had heard me.
"Who's out there?" Wilbur asked in a hoarse voice.
"Probably just a rat," Roxanne giggled. "This place hasn’t been cleaned in forever."
"Unless..." She laughed again, sharp and grating. "Could it be Sis Naomi?"
"It’s me," I said coldly from outside, which made her laughter cut off immediately.