"So, what’s your get-rich-quick scheme?" Emily Allen asked bluntly, after all, she wasn’t here to rekindle old times with him.
Although Ryan Richard agreed with her mindset, he found it unbearable that his woman was so uninterested in him now. He reminded himself that it was he who had left her, not the other way around.
He looked at Emily. She seemed more charming than before, and he couldn’t help but want to flirt with her.
"So eager, do you know why I chose this place?" Ryan moved closer to her. The moment he flicked her hair back, he spotted the love bites on her neck.
Fury surged within him. He pinned her against the corner, almost choking her, "Shameless! Tell me, which old man is it this time? What has he bribed you with?"
Emily couldn’t catch her breath from the choking. She had been caught off guard by Ryan’s sudden rampage.
"Let... let go!" Emily grabbed his hand, and when the time was right, she kneed him in the groin.
"Agh..." Ryan stepped back, gritting his teeth in pain.
Emily covered her neck, still coughing, "Are you mad? Who I am with is none of your concern. Who would agree to come here if it wasn’t for the money you offered!"
Emily shouted, attempting to rush out while Ryan was still recovering, but he yanked her back by her hair.
Ryan’s face turned red, raging like a madman. He pulled Emily’s hair, ignoring her screams, and threw her harshly onto the bed.
Emily, biting her hair and panting heavily, glared at Ryan: "Ryan Richard, you’re incompetent, all you know is to bully women!"
Ryan, enraged, stripped off his coat and threw himself onto Emily, "Today, I’ll show you my competency!"
Noticing the fury in his eyes, Emily quickly begged: "Ryan, what are you doing? Get off me!"
But it was too late for Ryan to be restrained. He pressed Emily onto the bed and forcibly kissed her.
Outside the window, the drizzle was consistent. Inside, the woman’s screams and the man’s heavy breathing were becoming increasingly fervent, then gradually faded.
Emily had contemplated resisting but she knew what the consequences would be. The video of her and the director Ryan had was enough to ruin her.
Resigned, she lay weakly on the bed, her gaze unfocused. As she noticed the injuries on Ryan, she didn’t ask or care, turning her head away.
Ryan sat on the edge of the bed, silently smoking a cigarette, then snubbed it out.
Looking back at the naked Emily, he felt a sudden pang of heartache.
He moved closer, enveloping her with his body despite her slight recoil as if she was repelling him. However, after their intimate moment, his patience with her had significantly increased.
He whispered in her ear, "Stop crying, okay? I was a bit impulsive just now."
Hearing his half-hearted apology, Emily felt the insult still fresh. The places where he had grabbed and bitten her still hurt, but she knew more than ever now was not the time to provoke him further. Follow current novels on novel⚑fire.net
She turned towards him, holding him tightly. Feeling her response, Ryan’s face visibly brightened.
"I’m sorry." He softly kissed her forehead. Emily noticed the wound on his chest.
She gently traced the wound, causing Ryan to wince in pain.
"What happened to you?"
Ryan released her and got up to get dressed, offering no answer.