All Out Of Love

"Carlos, please stop... I have a boyfriend!"

Celia cried out in shock.

In a desperate attempt to prevent the threatened carnage, Celia covered her body with whatever cloth her fingers could grasp.

"Boyfriend? Did he ever touch you?"

They were so close to each other that Celia could feel the anger in his voice.

"No, No. Ron isn't that kind of man,"

she murmured. That man had always been very warm and gentle.

"Ron? It sounds like you guys are very close."

The man smiled again, but the residual coldness in his face made Celia more anxious. Her breaths came in sharp pants and she tried to gain control, but nothing was working.

"Carlos, please stop! Even if I... Even if I had unknowingly given myself to you before, you can't force me... Hmmm..."

Before she could finish her words, Carlos slammed his lips into hers.

Celia, however, had no idea that Carlos would be so jealous to find that she was already involved with someone else.

His cold eyes immediately showed his firm determination.

"As I've said before, I don't take 'no' for an answer!"

Celia widened her eyes in horror. She hadn't even had the chance to be intimate with Ron.

She gaped at Carlos in stunned disbelief and then she tried to push him away with all her strength, but all her resistance did was arouse the man's desire to conquer and subdue her.

He grabbed her waist with his strong hands, allowing her no room to retreat.

Feeling ashamed and violated, she helplessly tried to be rid of him, but she was firmly imprisoned in his arms.

No matter how hard she resisted, her efforts were all in vain.

Celia was white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise.

What she needed was some air!

"Exhale... inhale..."

the bitterness in her eyes or the feeble strength of her

he let go of her and pushed her away as if the very sight of her

as air finally entered her lungs and restored

stared at Celia, who was gasping for air and his desire to

of familiarity that he hadn't seen for

what was about

hand, was in a total mess. The kiss just now made it clear to her that she resented this man, but then why

she felt a burning sensation on her skin that the man whispered, "It's been a long time. I

at the scissors on the ground. Celia realized that this might be her

pointed it at the man's

away from me or you'll

'Right hand!'

at

hand! But

her, as if

'It can't be!'

with her slender fingers; the way her face turned red and even the

gaze towards the woman who

clashing inside her mind. Although she could clearly see the expression on his face, his presence

was angry or not

and resilience, she would be able to pierce his chest and cut

her grip on the

gave him no response, the man

she knew he was just trying

faced with a man of his stature, Celia was at a complete loss of what to do next.

get one shot at this! It's now

kept goading her on as he stepped closer to

and waving the knife at

she held her breath and shut

thick and strong and stained the man's white shirt,

as though time had slowed

and landed on the floor.

stared at the bleeding man in utter disbelief,

then, Boris broke

screamed again, grabbing the bed sheet from the floor and wrapping

"Get out!"

at Boris, sending him out almost as quickly