“Michael, you psycho! Let go of me!”

 

I continued to hit him. Is he a dog? He bit down so hard. Now I’ve lost it too.

 

“Anna Garcia!”

He pushed himself up and hovered over me. The room temperature felt chilly from the coldness in his eyes.

There was a tinge of redness on his sexy lips, further enhancing his sensualness.

Despite his good looks, the wound on my neck occupied my thoughts. Is he a vampire? He broke my skin when he bit my neck hard. Does he need to be so harsh? Was he planning to suck my blood or what?

“Michael, don’t make me hate you!”

I stared intently into his eyes. Never had I felt such hatred for a person. Humiliation and anger poured through me as I laid there trapped under him.

I could feel his body froze at my exclamation.

“Did you say you hate me?” he breathed. He spoke softly, but I felt chills running down my spine.

“I will hate you more than anyone else in this world if you continue to force yourself on me.”

I was a strong, independent woman. I could endure any challenges or insults thrown at me, but rape was something I couldn’t bear. I couldn’t tolerate him stomping on my pride and shattering it.

He stared at me for a long while. When I thought he wasn’t going to let me go, he got off of me.

I glanced at him wryly. Because he usually wouldn’t let me off so easily.

I couldn’t do anything to you. It’s

at me as he spitted

going to hurt me

dressed quickly, then left without

I heard the door slammed

in the night. Did he go looking for his girlfriend? He must’ve went to Anna’s to

thoughts, so I pulled the blanket over myself, hoping it could stop me from thinking about

few days, Michael didn’t return to Birchwood nor did he go to

since that day he left. Even though I was aware that he wasn’t in his office, I couldn’t help

out of my

Do you know

a puzzled gaze and replied, “He’s on a business trip to Ustrana. I think he brought his girlfriend with

 

when I heard that Michael and Emma

They would have slept together since Michael has such a

when I heard they went on a

You don’t look

about me.

in a hurry and dashed towards the washroom, afraid that I couldn’t mask my

was empty, I sat on the toilet with my eyes red

that I was so useless

agreed not to fall in love, so what

phone and searched for Michael’s number. I finally called him after hesitating for

a long while, the call was picked up by a woman, instead of Michael.

I’m looking for

remembered her voice despite hearing

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