ot Oliver a serious look. "Mr.
ort because you weren't feeling well, Miss Reynolds. Now that we're working on this joint project, I don't feel comfortabl
his hands. "Oh no, Mr. Sullivan, we're the lucky on
ly enjoyed t
y grabbed a bottle of alcohol and handed it to me. "Na
f you make Mr. Sullivan happy tonight, there'll be rewards in it for you. But if you pu
nk. But just as I turned back, he suddenly grabbed my wrist. I struggl
open. Oliver flashed a quick grin at Sullivan. "
nching my white blouse. The fabric clung to me, clearly showing my under
overed my chest with one hand and poured him more wine with the other. "Mr. Sullivan, last time wa
abbing my face. The stench of alcohol on his breath made me gag, but I forced myself to s
me
run, but he yanked me back by the ankle and pinned me under his weight. "You little bit
tinging against my skin. In the chaos, my hand found the wine bottle that had fallen.
hh
d backward across the floor, made a dash for the door, threw it o
g off Graham's hand and ran like my life depended on it, latc
ag me back. "You slut! Think you can run?
nd brushed past my ear out of nowhere, followed by Graham's painful g
prawled on the ground, unable to get up. Then
ore.
iefly swept across my exposed skin before narrowing eve
ood off his lip with the other. "Who the heck are y
himself between us. His eyes staye
flicked back to me, and he scowled like he'd swallowed a lemon whole. "Natalie, not bad. You rea
are and stormed off,
, you better be ready. I'm
e when someone grabbed my wrist from behind. Theodore had stepped closer, crowding i
walk away like
are to play me. Done using
wered, voice shak
r even a second. When I ducked my head lower, he suddenly grab
mn about. So don't push your luck.
had planned. It was like someone stuck a needl
eep from crying, but my v
nds-pressed against the door under his grip
t away earlier. Cuts stung across my palms and wrists.
m, stunned speechless. The room held its breath w
sob es
rists, peeled off his suit jacket, and tossed it at me without a word. He glared
orner did my knees finally give. I slump
'd thrown. I had nothing else, so I reluctantly slipped it on and dragged myse
n the window-red eyes, crumpled clothes-turned heads even at the back of the bus. A few
ssibly ending up in some cr
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